GOD SPEAKS TO EACH OF US AS HE MAKES USInspired by Rilke, Book of Hours, I 59
I like to think of God murmuring to himself
as he kneads the dough,
wondering how long it will take
for the dough to feel like form,
(that is, until it feels done —
like the belly of a baby, I like to say).
His arms ache a bit.
He checks his watch
to see if it will be finished on time.
Then he sets it to rise,
while he sits down at last —
all the time questioning
did he knead it long enough?
will it over-rise?
must he punch it down before baking?
He nods with a half-smile
that all the little children
will be delighted to oblige him
and punch it down
with astonished giggles
again and again.
He continues to mumble
through the whole rise,
sometimes goes so far
as to articulate words
like love, misunderstanding, confusion,
dumbfounded and he scratches his head,
an old professor
puzzled over his own formulations.
And here we now rise
out of such dough.
We press into the contours of the bowl
swell out of the top,
to be baked into this shape
we take for final,
formed against hands pressing,
against heat crusting,
against all the harsh limits
dough must face
in its creation —
pushing back, puffing up,
challenging the form
assigned to us
until we at last speak
our broken words of life
and look back to our maker
with a thousand million questions,
having it seems heard none
of the words he spoke to us in our making.
We scrunch our eyebrows
at this first pinch of light
and thus begin,
feeling quite unprepared,
our long journey of recollection —
of making these precious, mumbled words
we find at long last
This poem was submitted by Jenifer Cartland who accepted the challenge to engage with the poem by Rilke. She writes, “I drafted the attached poem while reflecting on the first line of Rilke’s poem (I did not get past the first line).”
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4 thoughts on “Jenifer Cartland: God Speaks to Each of Us as He Makes Us”
Jenifer … I love this poem … it spoke to me in its fullness.
I loved the thought of God kneading us and filling us with love.
Beautiful reflective poem. Thank you.
I love the light-hearted addition of the children, and the difficulties the dough (real dough and figurative dough) face to come to the “what we think is final” form. Thoughtful and lovely, thank you.