I have just finished reading The Hidden Room, a collection of poetry by P.K. Page. There is much in the collection that I enjoyed, and there is much that I could take up further, but there is one small section that I don’t feel like I can leave alone. Near the end of the collection, in a poem entitled, “Song… Much of it Borrowed,” Page writes,
God is a poet in a poet
a poem in a poem
and a word in a word
There is a real truth in this for me, that God is in the thingness of the thing, that the closer something comes to being itself and nothing else, the more it reveals what is God in it. It is not in any poet or poem or word that God is, but it is the poet in the poet and the poem in the poem and the word in the word. To practice the presence of God through art is not somehow to make art show God, but to make art be itself, and then God becomes its art. This is not an artistic technique or movement. It is a different posture before art, and indeed, a different posture before everything.