A massive portrait by a panentheist
And fitting myth for perplexed males today;
Like God, the author dwells within its midst
While living beyond its limits far away.
Moreover, since each creature contains the creator
And vice versa, Stephen, Boylan and Bloom
Lead us to realise we, like Joyce, are greater
Than our own sex: a man must find his womb.
Yet, also pervading this labyrinthine book
Which represents so brilliantly the whole
Is a genius most critics overlook:
The universal, consubstantial Soul.
The Divine spark can now be rightly seen
As both umbilical cord and Holy gene.
16 April 2021