Unholy Sonnet
— After Mark Jarman
When Abraham felt his heart
waver, Allah granted him a miracle:
the dismembering of a flying bird. Its bones
were wrenched apart, then gently
set on separate mountaintops. Feathers
and flesh flew together, complete. A beak
began to dote and speak words of surrender.
The word surrender opens gated dimensions
where Time neither ticks nor passes, it heaves
like our breasts, like beasts who only want
to love God in every language where mysteries are captured
with a swallowing love: three times the size of a universe,
from Big Bang to human consciousness,
and seven times smaller than a pearl.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026