Poem Ending With a Sentence from Jacques Maritain

It was the flash of black among the yellow billion.
It was the green chink on the chapel’s sphere.
It was some rust or recalcitrance in us
by which we were by the grace of pain more here.
It was you, me, fall and fallen light.
It was that kind of imperfection
through which infinity wounds the finite.
It was the flash of black among the yellow billion.
Comments are automatically closed two weeks after an article's initial publication. See our comments policy for more.

Advertisement
More: Poems

The latest from america

In the Ohio and Upper Mississippi river basins, 10 million metric tons of commercial fertilizer is applied each year, and much of it ends up in our waterways. (iStock/filmfoto)
In “Laudato Si’,” Pope Francis called drinkable water a human right. But as Nathan Beacom writes, our methods of farming and raising livestock are degrading our soil and polluting our waterways.
Nathan BeacomMay 28, 2020
The ethical problem with talking about ‘expected life years’
Bernard G. PrusakMay 28, 2020
Did the old “normal” way of doing things exhaust all possibilities for communal celebration? Is that what we want to return to, even if doing so were possible?
Jack Bentz, S.J.May 28, 2020
A St. Augustine statue at the Charles Bridge crossing the Vltava River in Prague, Czech Republic. (iStock/Tuayai)
Though Augustine might have a reputation for pessimism, Kathleen Bonnette writes, his spirituality and his actions during the siege of Hippo can offer guidance for responding to the Covid-19 crisis.
Kathleen BonnetteMay 28, 2020