A friend just shared this Christian Wiman poem:
No Omen but Awe
I thought it would all resolve one day in diamond time. Life like a gem to lift to the squint as through a jeweler’s loupe.
I thought every facet and flaw neither facet nor flaw in some final shine; chance and choice uncanny cognates; form, fate.
Now I am here. No diamond, no time, no omen but awe that a whirlwind could in not cohering cohere. Loss is my gift, bewilderment my bow.
[apparently “bow” here is the one that rhymes with “cow”]
