BardBliss: Glimpsed, Again

The Fall Garden:
This color has not been altered at all!

This post made me think of this poem, which I posted at the very beginning of June, but I think it's worth posting again:

Glimpsed

They say that inside my
chest resides a flower
and at the center sits
God, smiling.

I sit and try to feel this,
try to know this.
Blossoming inside each of us
is a universe, radiating.

I sit and try to visualize
the stars, the planets, the giant
clouds birthing galaxies,
all of this deep

Within my ribs, deep inside
my cells, beyond the quarks
and the strings, a tiny wholeness
within a separateness

that is me.

I try, but only for a brief
moment, so brief it’s easily
missed, do I grasp my true size
and then it slips

and I am left
empty, holding only an aching
memory.

--christine c. reed