Helen Losse is a poet, free lance writer, and Poetry Co-Editor of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Educated at Missouri Southern State and Wake Forest Universities, she lives with her husband and sons in Winston-Salem, NC, where she occasionally writes book reviews for the Winston-Salem Journal. (Helen's blog)
PEACE
If we believe, as we say we believe, that there is a knowledge that passes beyond all we know or can even hope to know now, past all we can dream by the rushing river or realize once the frenzy of mystical vision is gone, and if, in choosing to believe, we get to knowledge-beyond-knowledge that we do not fully possess but believe is God-imbued, so that just as the stream, encountering the worn rocks and the urgent falls, does not question the source either of its being or its continuance, but flows—trusting—toward the closest sea, somehow we know without knowing that we more than endure, ride in wide-loving arms.
Now that’s something to know.
So why don’t we live like the bell-shaped lilies live, growing and thriving in peace?
Helen Losse is a poet, free lance writer, and Poetry Co-Editor of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.
Educated at Missouri Southern State and Wake Forest Universities, she lives with her husband and sons in Winston-Salem, NC, where she occasionally writes book reviews for the Winston-Salem Journal. (Helen's blog)
If we believe,
as we say we believe,
that there is a
knowledge that passes
beyond all we know
or can even hope to know
now, past all we can dream by
the rushing river or realize once
the frenzy of mystical vision is gone,
and if, in choosing to believe,
we get to knowledge-beyond-knowledge
that we do not fully possess
but believe is God-imbued,
so that just as the stream,
encountering the worn rocks and the urgent falls,
does not question the source
either of its being or its continuance,
but flows—trusting—toward the closest sea,
somehow we know without knowing
that we more than endure,
ride in wide-loving arms.
Now that’s something to know.
So why don’t we live
like the bell-shaped lilies live,
growing and thriving in peace?
Helen's blog