Hold the Divine
by Mariana Mosli
HOLD THE DIVINE
like a picnic blanket
spread wide in anticipation
of the feast to come
i too stretch myself
to hold the unraveling
and the coming together
of all that is divine
my edges may strain
under the weight of it all
but i am surprised
at the multitudes i can contain
a Poppins bag of endless depth
yet it is not the filling
that i seek
but the emptied space
the crisp inviting void
to hold the divine
the undone and the coming together
for His glory