"Adam, where are you?" <br /> God's hands <br />palpate darkness, the void <br />that is Adam's inattention, <br />his confused attention to everything, <br />impassioned by multiplicity, his despair. <br /> <br />Multiplicity, his despair; <br /> God's hands <br />enacting blindness. Like a child <br />at a barbaric fairgrounds -- <br />noise, lights, the violent odors -- <br />Adam fragments himself. The whirling rides! <br /> <br />Fragmented Adam stares. <br /> God's hands <br />unseen, the whirling rides <br />dazzle, the lights blind him. Fragmented, <br />he is not present to himself. God <br />suffers the void that is his absence.<br /><br />Denise Levertov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-theme-by-thomas-merton/
