The Secret of Wealth
Prosperity’s flush, hues a rainbow dispenses
beyond (ultraviolet), less (infrared’s heat): (1)
from gamma rays down to low-frequency photons.
Both snakes’ and mosquitos’ eyes love infrared light.
But life with warm blood is born blind to heat’s wavelength,
obtuse to all light not in visible light’s range:
the goldfish sees heat, ultraviolet also!
Compared to a goldfish (2), our vision’s a piker!
God’s Science grants humans a way to boost senses
and stretches our limits (so flesh takes a back seat).
Prosperity sees life, its range of emotions
that floats here, lands there, and at times soars (more bird’s flight)
for bone (life finds broken) can mend to gain new strength!
Design that looks flawed, expiration dates, feel strange!
Earth’s telescopes see stars (like light through a window)
that twinkle in air’s ocean-mask (to crab hiker)! (3)
Our limits inspire us, augment evolution!
God’s gifting’s sufficient for growth! (You crave heaven,
don’t see night too serves all who sleep, wake to dawn’s light?)
“Have Faith!” Does your God know no pain? Is pain’s absence
the heaven you covet? Does God not have limits
and learn from His children? God “pleased” with Son’s choices
suggests Christ had options or was Christ a robot
(that Grace was not man’s till Golgotha’s aspersions)?
My hope’s last’s not true; my poetic excursions
aren’t log in my eye (I share blindness)! Life’s pains (shot
across your ship’s bow) all alert you to voices
that tender truth’s message. They orbit like comets
whose tails in night’s sky reflect Sun’s luminescence.
My verse does not purpose to call you a Luddite!
Who wants to feel worse? Do you think I am seven?
I pray in Christ’s name; Let Grace prove life’s solution!
Brian Johnston
9th of January in 2021
Poet’s Notes:
(1) The human eye cannot see infrared light, but we feel it on our skin as a heat sensation.
(2) A goldfish has evolved visual acuity unique in all of the creation that we know. It sees the colors we see and sees heat radiating from our bodies as if we glow. They can also see objects that reflect ultraviolet light to their eyes when no other light is present.
(3) We cannot swim (or fly) on our own, at least, in the ocean of air that is miles deep over our heads. We more scuttle like a crab across its floor.
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2021
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