Eleven Addresses to the Lord
1
Master of beauty,
craftsman of the snowflake,
inimitable contriver,
endower of Earth so
gorgeous & different from the boring Moon,
thank you for such as it is my
gift.
I have made up a morning
prayer to you
containing with precision everything that most
matters.
'According to Thy will' the thing begins.
It took me off & on
two days. It does not aim at eloquence.
You have come to my rescue
again & again
in my impassable, sometimes despairing years.
You have
allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselves
and I am still here,
severely damaged, but functioning.
Unknowable, as I am unknown
to my guinea pigs:
how can I 'love' you?
I only as far as gratitude &
awe
confidently & absolutely go.
I have no idea whether we
live again.
It doesn't seem likely
from either the scientific or the
philosophical point of view
but certainly all things are possible to you,
and I believe as fixedly in
the Resurrection-appearances to Peter and
to
Paul
as I believe I sit in this blue chair.
Only that
may have been a special case
to establish their initiatory faith.
Whatever your end may be,
accept my amazement.
May I stand until death forever at attention
for any
your least instruction or enlightenment.
I even feel sure you will assist me
again, Master of insight & beauty.
~ John Berryman
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