The Enormity of Existence, Part 2
This world is so heavy upon us,
we scarcely can know of the Other
as it impinges on this world
of flesh and bone, air and water,
sky and mountain, man and woman....
Our bodies are too fine--
instruments of unending sensation
from birth to death,
our brains so vast in imagination...
yet so small in comprehension.
We live in fear and longing:
we sin...repent...sin again.
We pass by our neighbors
with barely a glance,
while we turn on our beloved
with blindness, with deafness--
little wonder why we despair.
The great wonder is--
why we are loved...
each of us so difficult,
so repulsive at times...
yet with just a slight
turn of the magnet
and we are bound
together once again.
The most magnificent wonder
of all is why He loves us--
blind little bugs scurrying
about in the dark, sentient
of the mud but insensate
of the glory until we are
transformed by the Light
and can see Heaven cupped
in our hands and feel, at
last, the Eternal beating
deep within our hearts.
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