The Pool of God

There was nothing in the Virgin’s soul
that belonged to the Virgin–
no word, no thought, no image, no intent.
She was a pure, transparent pool reflecting
God, only God.
She held His burnished day; she held His night
of planet-glow or shade inscrutable.
God was her sky and she who mirrored Him
became His firmament.

When I so much as turn my thoughts toward her
my spirit is enisled in her repose.
And when I gaze into her selfless depths
an anguish in me grows
to hold such blueness and to hold such fire.
I pray to hollow out my earth and be
filled with these waters of transparency.
I think one could die of this desire,
seeing themselves dry earth or stubborn shod.
Oh, to become a pure pool like the Virgin,
water that lost the semblances of water
and was a sky like God.

Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, O.C.D.
Jessica Powers

From The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers
Published by ICS Publications, Washington, D.C.
All copyrights, Carmelite Monastery, Pewaukee WI.
Used with permission.