Fwd: Don's Blog Via Negativa 12-16-22

Here is another poem by RS Thomas

          Via Negativa

Why no! I never thought other than

That God is that great absence 

In our lives, the empty silence

Within, the place where we go

Seeking, not in hope to '

Arrive or find.  He keeps the interstices

In our knowledge, the darkness

Between stars.  His are the echoes

We follow, the footprints he has just

Left.  We put our hands in 

His Side hoping to find

It warm. We look at people

And places as though he had looked

At them, too: but miss the reflection.  

 R.S. Thomas, Later Poems 

Its this the  distinction between the wave and the imprint of the

 wave on the sand after it has receded