The Wisp of Light

Here’s a poem mentioned in our Sunday service.

The Wisp of Light 

by Huang Xiang

a new poem in sixteen lines


There is a kind of space
that’s a different vastness

There is a heavenly body
that’s a different great arch

Each cell in my body
is an unattainable distance

The unreachable constellations
find shelter in my flesh in my blood

Death, not to be denied
rises as it slowly falls

Life, not to be denied
advances as it rushes away from us

Under the luminous sky over this world of dust
I grow old day after day

In the space beyond space
alone, I blossom like a child