The First Moment

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A door opens in the center of our being and we seem to fall through it into immense depths which, although they are infinite, are all accessible to us; all eternity seems to have become ours in this one placid and breathless contact.

Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation

The approach is clear;
light of day,
bright sky
beyond my
silken shroud,

the door is open,
but I am afraid.

Should I pass through,
perhaps descend to
endless depths?

I listen,
I hear you calling me
calling me;

come home.

so, breathless,
trembling with life,
I begin.

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2 thoughts on “The First Moment

  1. This belongs to the mystical poets category. It reaches into the depths of who a human is, discovers the infinity there, plunges into endless depths, and then embraces life inside the well of the spaces between stars. I could be reading William Blake or Merton himself. This is a great poem filled with meaning.

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