“For God speaks…though people do not perceive it.
In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on mortals, while they slumber on their beds,” Job 33:14,15 NRSVU
I dreamt a poem —
“Conjugation”
God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit,
Holy Trinity, ever three, ever one;
The Son is…
the sun and the Light…
— a poem that encompassed, exemplified,
clarified by conjugating It and all creation,
in its wholeness, seamlessly ōver and ōver.
A line over a number indicating its infiniteness:
“repetant” the symbol used to be called,
but now renamed, “repeating” —
a word too simplified to describe Endless.
When I woke, the poem scattered,
bits, fragments, barely there.
What is this Mystery laid before us,
for which in waking there is no cipher, no code
(and maybe no language)?
Can we describe You?
Does defining You
Contextualize,
denying the possibilities of
Conceptualizing
Perceptualizing,
Realizing that inexplicably
You are?
Here, always
residing always
beneath the surface of consciousness,
always
Nudging our vision
towards glimpses through the veil:
Disconnecting from matter;
Connecting to spirit,
to Holy
moments, fleetingly “short
as the watch that ends the night…
forgotten as a dream…
at the opening day…”*1
until in prayer, in dreams,
we link again.
“I, the Lord,…I speak to them in dreams.”
Numbers 12:6a,c NIV
Conjugate: from Latin, yoke together;
used in definitions for grammar, math, biology, chemistry, common speech; and
meaning: different forms of; reciprocal properties, joint relation; combined, equilibrium; united temporarily; to join together; forming a complete circle.
*1 Isaac Watts, “O God Our Help”
Lexiann Grant is a retired writer & author, a former chalicer and layreader, but still an Episcopalian who enjoys encountering God in the mountain backcountry.
“May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” Ps 19:14 NIV
