Your poem, “Icons” presents us with
images of surprising permeability. The poem seems to describe colliding
worlds: the religious and the sensual, the concrete and the abstract.
Does the action of touch cause these worlds to meet, or does touching
help us recognize the collisions that are already happening?
I wish I knew! I think that touch, along with color, are small
meditations that bring us an immediacy of life when we are vulnerable
to it. Touch can be a sudden awareness to, or often, a compulsive
reaction from moments of experiential beauty. God, to me, is more that
bright life than anything else, those moments when everything is very
real. I find it in small things that cut through to my heart when I am
open to them coming in.