John J. Savant

Lord, let me be the least violin,
the last atomic glimmer in the comet’s
wake; let me be dumb and eloquent
in the untongued grammar of awe.


Amid the first passions, Lord,
was I there in that exploding star
filling the universe in endless
crescendo; spun, galaxy by


galaxy, in the vast, dear
mystery of your waiting? Waiting,
I ask, how is there such beauty
in your stillness, such wisdom


in your silences? I pray that
violins like these shall some day
usher me out of death and into
the music of your eyes.

John Savant is emeritus professor of English at Dominican College, San Rafael, Calif.

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