A Pantheist’s Hard Facts – a poem by Robert S. King

A Pantheist’s Hard Facts

The heart of a stone is not cold
unless the eye of the beholder ices over.
The nearest sun warms the rocks almost to glow.
Snow takes on the shape of a hard surface,
then melts into the liquid light
at the heart of the matter.

Stones are the bones of all worlds.
The smooth ones are eggs
whose secrets must be cracked
by the need to know all,
by the hunger that can never
know enough.


Robert S. King edits Good Works Review. His poems appear widely, including Chariton Review, Kenyon Review, Midwest Quarterly, and Southern Poetry Review. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently Diary of the Last Person on Earth (Sybaritic Press 2014) and Developing a Photograph of God (Glass Lyre Press, 2014).

1 Comment

  1. Mark Tulin says:

    Love this one, Robert. You made these stones come alive with spirit and power.


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