Out Of Space And Time

When God is seemingly nowhere, He is certainly deep within ourselves. We search Him at that core of the core, Out of space and time, Where darkness and coldness cannot be Delved into the past We search ourselves in our wintry wretchedness. Pure consciousness is God In all things, But only human beings are conscious of His presence, Being with Him. It's no way to explain why This frozen unconsciousness of the clay Can rise to an enlightened consciousness. Sometimes we are sharp rocks, Having the consciousness of a stone, Which is so formless, inchoate and Sometimes empty, Waiting for His flood in early spring To wash our sinful being. We await the light, Which speeds without mass In non-existing space and time, Lightening our inner soul of nature And our existing sharp being. That kind of light Warms everything inside Until we are awakened. Poem by Marieta Maglas