Saturday, October 13, 2012

Apothesion of the Ocean 2

The Starcatcher


A poetic interpretation of the work done by labies during midnight watch. Dedicated to Jess.


Lend your ear to me awhile, child,

indulge my rhyme and story’s bite

and I will tell you where the stars doth

lay aground to rest in their endless

trek across the universe. Then, knowing

where they nest before mounting sky again,

you shall capture one and hold it,

still shining in your palm as cool fire.


First you must fly far from men’s habitation,

beyond the deserts traveled by caravans,

and into ocean depths rarely crossed

by wood with sail guided, where no city

of man has risen or shall rise to startle

Heaven’s light. Only ship worthy of the sea

disturbs this place of miracles, where

the sky dances with the waters below.

As the vessel plows amidst sleeping stars,

they start with bright but tired spark, that

fades again into the foam with twinkle

and then dark. From above at every

minute a gem descends, falling from

the scales of heaven or Cassiopeia’s

crooked throne[1], washing in the cool waves

the stardust. Once a while at horizon

the lucky one will spy a star flick and fly

from Earth’s edge in burning splendor

to rejoin her sisters in the wheeling sky.


In this froth of otherworldly life

things inanimate move with shadow

of the living, blind eye rejoins sight

in darkness, and heart heals from

unseen wounds. The air here is suffused

with the Spirit of God, and all that

is coated with the salt of sea is made holy.

Here then, take not sandals off[2] but

hats, before you dip your net[3] to reap

heaven’s harvest. Toss, o child, there

the net, and see it fly through the waters,

assume an ethereal glow, fill with living soul

that snakes and flows alongside vessel.

The stars quicken the fibers with their

touch, and are for instant like the breath

of God as they bump and gather at cod end.[4]

Once done, hoist the catch into bucket,

care for them with salty bath, mix them

into vortex like a small galaxy, then

behold the constellations they draw,

which speak of destiny, far and future things.


Come well prepared with prayer and

blessing, for these are flowers of God’s

garden, and if gilded with goodwill and

starlight, made precious by supplication

to Christ, they are as sure as sunrise to happen,

if you test not with prayer for sunrise in the West.

Child, then you shall join the angels and

the saints, the starcatchers of the cosmic ocean

the elite legion of God admitted yet

whole and living into the Creator’s presence.

[1] Constellations Libra (the Author’s astronomical sign), and Cassiopeia, an ancient queen condemned for her hubris to sit upon a crooked throne for eternity.
[2] An allusion to Moses approaching the burning bush. Cf.
[3] A Neuston net, of course.
[4] The aftmost apex of a deployment net.

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