"divining rod" ~ guest contributor, Paul Soupiset
she trimmed the wicks and struck a match
and tried to light all three
before the flame touched her fingers
one for the mother-father
one for the brother-son
one for the wild gosling
that once kept her young and traveling
she trimmed her hair that summer, sold locks for water.
she dowsed the lights near Dunguaire-hill, no ablutions,
crossed herself fore the schlag-ruthe wye, the willow-branch try:
once for the holy mother
once for polite joseph
once for the wailing baby
that bore the brunt
no water was found, no water of life, no spring for life,
just muddy seeping near the hillock base
no tunneling would form a pool, no puddle for her thirst
prayed to the mother-fatherin the name of the brother-son
in the power of the wild gosling
that salve or quick death would come before winter
the kingdom of god is like a thirsty widow
near hidden springs entrapped in rock
and no dousing, no divining, no pacing will produce.
And thou shalt take this rod in thine hand,
wherewith thou shalt do signs
will the red sea, now parted, rejoin and desalinate?
water from the rock.
Paul Soupiset is an artist, graphic designer, illustrator, poet, editor, typophile, songwriter, liturgist, armchair theologian. Paul and his wife Amy make their home in San Antonio and have four awesome kids. Examples of Paul's illustration, paintings, and design, and his poetry books, can all be found at paulsoupiset.com