To God Himself in the Passing Hours

I thoroughly enjoy the title flowing into the first line, suggesting that the desire to communicate with God is everlasting, despite the nature of humans to be somewhat immature and ephemeral. The boy the speaker goes on to describe suggests an inquisitive personality somehow at peace with his own indolence -Lauren Carlson, age 23

Through the boy who is me at the moment,

The very first line is especially captivating because it suggests that we are always changing- from one moment to the next we can be different people, based on our experiences, who we are with, and what kind of mindset we adopt, and so each small space in time is highly individual and shapes one facet of who we are. - Laura Crouch, age 20

quite out of his mind,

Interesting word choice. “Wed” doesn't usually have a connotation
with young boys, but it gives it an interesting feel, more intimate I suppose. -Ellen Reinholdt, age18

wed to his shadow on the grass
as he twirls to keep it twirling,
and the clatter of the mower whirling
through a still spring morning—
the bleating of the stems that

I love the precise description of sound in, "the bleating of stems that/ cling to the blades —" The verb, "bleating" gives life to otherwise motionless grass and suggests the quiet voice of nature. -Lauren Carlson, age 23

cling to the blades--
a kind of preaching we seldom

This line makes me wonder what the stems are “preaching.” To me it seems to speak of a simple life in which we enjoy what nature has given us. Throughout the poem nature is moving away from the boy—with the dead bird, the mowed grass, the drifting moon—and the narrator seems to be trying to put this in perspective for the reader, reminding them not to distance themselves from nature or whatever holds their faith. -Sarah Branz, age 21

hear anymore,

It's a quiet poem that could invoke fright in the reader: the shadow that is 'wed to the grass' is met and dismembered, in the second stanza, by a 'clattering mower.' The mower could be compared to the Tower of Babel, separating one unified language into numerous, disjointed languages, which would be the 'stems clinging to the blades.' Perhaps the poet is saying we are in the shadows of God. -Zachary Tomaszewski, age 22

I bow to the life being lived in this finch

I like the continued presence of themes that can be ascribed to God, bowing to life, preaching, and the bleating in the stanza above could be used to describe the God’s flock of followers perhaps. -Rachel McGuinness, age 20
Because the boy is twirling, he may not be focusing on a single finch. He is so free that he himself seems like a finch, a bird in flight and full of life. -Patricia Schlutt, age 18

and to the one I found, rock-still,
below the window on my terrace
this morning,
and to the pale moon now,
askew in the sky. I
can’t imagine it
further adrift.

A feeling of separation comes through in this last line. It feels heartbreaking, but I can't help agree with the portrayal of a life spent in thought. Though it might come off as dreary, this poem is saved by the poet finding a moment of understanding in the monotony that we experience everyday. -Rian Bosse, age 23
Great ending. I love how it gives the feel of floating off into space. Kind of connects back to the first stanza with the boy twirling, both so off kilter. -Ellen Reinholdt, age 18 The moon fades into the morning sky, taking night along with it, and the reader is left to wonder what the day will bring. -Daisy Hall, age 14
This poem is quiet and brings a feeling of peace as you read it, perhaps creating a similar feeling as personal worship. Its message is more spiritual than religious, not the type of religion that needs organized worship but the kind that is personal and comes from within. It seems to say that every hour is a miracle in itself and no time is wasted, because every moment can hold a miniature lifetime and has aspects to be appreciated. -Laura Crouch, age 20
Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.