Blessed the Lesser

Blessed the Lesser

Doug Sikkema

welcome to the upside Kingdom 
down
to the Great Between
where the meantime’s
filled with so much mean
ness
all meaningless
seeming.

come feel the shuck and clutch
of the seamless interlocking weave 
you cannot see.

you will not (to) see.

come
to where 
you’re thrown
you blindered i
o inscrutable
sight.
sit.
On the only seat for which
you’re fit.
ours, or your, making,
it.

God. 
Dam the silence.
Speak and cleave this withering wake;
In the nothing where no voice is, 
Make. 
Move.


—


You are spoken
to movement.
and uttered 
to stillness.
You are knit
address

To cohere
here/there
for now
until you’re
un-made
re-dressed
ex-haled

forgotten
but not to nothing.
only
something
more
taken in at the seams

This seems… 
Please speak of lesser 
things

listen look: the downside King
is near and knows
your (ins)urgency. 

can you see each instant’s fusion—
pastfuture heavenearth—a violent
brilliance
intruding upon
the illusion
of time’s linear, earth’s separate
seeming.

blessed the poor in Spirit,
blessed the ones who mourn.
blessed the ones who
are throttled broken torn

blessed the detritus
blessed the lesser
blessed the tyrannical murderous 
confesser


Look upon them, inheritors
all. who 
mourned
without despair
served
without timidity
stood
without guile.

Who felt
the upsurging life of breath
who heard 
the withered whisper:
the only way up is

down 
with 
death

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Doug Sikkema
Poet & Fifth Business

Doug Sikkema is a professor of English and Humanities at Redeemer University and an aspiring gentleman farmer. 

Photography by Cal Agro