‘…means what it does’. <br /> <br />I read: ‘God cannot be named; cannot be and cannot have, <br />a ‘proper noun’; God can only be approached <br />through verbs and adjectives.’ <br /> <br />The eight petunias which arrived so neatly in <br />their cardboard box as if pretending to be a book, <br />are already upright, thriving, growing; <br />that magic petal radiance of the deepest purple-blue <br />so delicate, so unique, seems to fill <br />the space around them with a message: <br /> <br />this is what God sings; <br />this is how God grows; <br />this is what God does; <br />this is what ‘God’ means. <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />And what of the ‘soul’? Can this be named? <br />as God in us, how can we know it <br />but by verbs and adjectives; <br />it ‘means’ just what it does.. <br /> <br />A meditation, deep in inner mysteries <br />as mind delved in itself <br />for hidden things yet beyond words, <br />beyond all self yet known to be, <br />interrupted by the delivery man – <br /> <br />I drag myself reluctantly from chair to door: <br />he’s met with such a glorious sunshine burst <br />of goodwill, gratitude… <br /> <br />this is what soul sings; <br />this is how soul grows; <br />this is what soul does; <br />this is what ‘soul’ means.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/means-what-it-does/
