"At the Last": a new poem inspired by Meister Eckhart

Mark S. Burrows

 I recently read in a book (who can fathom this?) that God

     is creating the world even now as on the first day. 

             —Meister Eckhart

About beginnings we speculate at best,

knowing that each day is another place

to start again and sense that in the toil

of our making so much depends on

dwelling in the present; all this we capture

in the little word now and its sibling here.

Attending to each moment defines what

we know of rapture and the ways of art

and love, reminding us that we are part

of a pattern too simple to ever fully know,

renewed again and again in each moment

of every day, our lives like pages in an

unfinished book where alpha bears

omega’s draw in each line and word.

And though we often feel ourselves

thrown into an absurd tumble of

things, each part is somehow caught

in what will ultimately converge, at

the last, all this carried on with us

in the flow of an unceasing yes.