What will you do, God, when I vanish?
I am not just a creation,
I am the vessel of your meaning.
When I crack \u2013 what will spill from the fissure?
When I dry up \u2013 with what will you quench the silence?
I was your mantle,
You wore me at night like a memory,
I covered your shoulders
When the Universe breathed with fading.
When I am gone \u2013
You will be naked before the void.
And not one of your angels
Will dare to name you.
I was the touch \u2013
The whisper that met you at the door.
No one else will say \u201cbe\u201d to you,
Gently, habitually, like a breath.
I was that word
That was not yet born, but was always in You.
Your feet that sought rest \u2013
I was the earth for them.
You walked within me, as if in a memory,
And your every step ached like an echo in my ribs.
You will not find me on the stones of strangers.
You will not call out. For I am not silent \u2013 I have died.
And your sight, accustomed to seeing light within me,
Will now strike against the night.
What will you do without me, God?
I am your last prayer and your first fear.
So tell me\u2026
When I vanish \u2013 will You not vanish too?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What will you do, God, when I vanish?I am not just a creation,I am the vessel of your meaning.When I crack \u2013 what will spill from the fissure?When I dry up \u2013 with what will you quench the silence? I was your mantle,You wore me at night like a memory,I covered your shouldersWhen the Universe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[112,115],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-presence","tag-word"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n