by Peter Lilly
Follow the infinite regress of these Dependant definitions, and we find Either a lostness or fullness of mind. Neither outcome was synthesised to please. What is death? What is life? And personhood? What grounds the pregnant earth of gardens? From whence springs the living soul of neighbourhood? How can human hearts so quickly harden? Find a chaste grace here, in open questions. A tenderness, as from a curious Infant, exploring innate suggestions, Whose bare words unveil the mysterious. Here is the kindling of consciousness, Partaking in the flame, pure and deathless.
Peter Lilly is a British Poet who grew up in Gloucester before spending eight years in London studying theology and working with the homeless. He now lives in the South of France with his wife and son, where he concentrates on writing, teaching English, and creative expressions of church. His work has been published in a number of journals including Macrina Magazine, Across the Margin, Radix Magazine, and the 2018 Anthology ‘Please Hear What I’m Not Saying.’