History's Elegy--A Paeon To Monism
Slipping through the fingers of my mind,
all those vague perceptions
of the "I" inside this body
will provide a strange parade
behind the mirror of my life.
If I have learned from growing old,
the fallacy of endless plodding
from one victory until the next--
celebrating notches carved
down to that last bouquet upon my grave,
then it's no journey after all,
but an immersion into truth.
Make of the day, the captaincy of night,
a starship traveling from light to light
when time is one. Let wonder settle in
where hammer blows are dieing.
Stand off upon the crest of doubt
and watch creation groan,
a universe in manifest;
see the one, the present moment
coalescing in our hands,
for that is where the glory lies.
That is where the resurrection waits,
and only there beside the hidden God
the Alleluias ring.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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