The Face of Justice

The twitch of the tips of the lips at rest
The hooded eyes that are just awakening, or just sleeping –
Not wide with surprise, or closed in sleep —
Open to let just enough light in, each photon carrying the universe within it —
The rest of the face utterly relaxed, at rest.
The mouth is closed, giving nothing but its tiny smile, accepting nothing.
The nose admits the breath without fuss.
The ears are open, but do not hear everything.
The skin is smooth and untroubled, like the surface of clear still water.
Justice reflected in the face as the images of birds flying over a lake.
Justice does not fall like a hammer
Or rush down from the mountains in a flood.
Justice is silent, quiet, still, almost
Utterly without motion, almost at rest
Except for the eyes that see just enough
And the lips, whose tiny smile
Bends the arc of history just so.

 

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Many thanks to Alison and Kate for hosting the Soul Writing workshop which gave rise to this poem last night. 

Comments

  1. “Open to let just enough light in, each photon carrying the universe within it”

    Love that line.

    Like the new template.

    BTW It’s mahud from the blog Between Old and New Moons. I’m mostly on Facebook now.

    All the best to you & Ali 😀

  2. Jeff Lilly says:

    Thanks, Lugh / Mahud! It’s great to hear from you! I’ll look you up on FB.

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