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Jonathan Sion Poem
Day lilies assorted and bright
With flox flowers purple and white
Crisscrossed expanses of soft green lawn
Thus was my first April day born
Palm branches the worshippers brought
Lining staircases and streets
As they ought;
Red Cardinals, Florida grass, hydrangeas, lavender
Scenting the air, aurelia and ferns; violas and shrubs
Daisies yellow and deep purple hues
Flowers abounding through maiden grass white
Doves and holy wells, seekers of light.
Steeples and places,
Seats of gold –
Vestries in ancient wood
Respected of old
Stained glass windows
Altars and naves –
Bright with daffodils
Poppies and haze
From fine water sprinklers
Fronting white towered cathedrals
Or plain wooden benches and Methodist places
Scurrying Baptists, hiding the faces
With cloths and white linens
Of embroidered laces
Peonies pink,
And look there fellow –
Lenten roses in mixes,
White, green and yellow.
Tennis courts and fancy fountains
Ornamental grasses
And pampas white
These colors, and flowers and other signs say:
“It’s the beginning of Holy Week
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord
It’s Him whom we seek.”`
Copyright © Jonathan Sion | Year Posted 2012
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Jonathan Sion Poem
The visible world
And the Universe,
- (Little as we know of it)
Have the indefinable stamp
Of personality on them.
That is clear - even to fools.
Meanwhile in our world,
Hawking and Dawkins –
Dr. Woe and Dr. No
Sam Harris and all the rest
Stumble about
In tiny circles
And shout -
“We have no doubt
Physics exist and scientific method too,
The rest of it is an irrational zoo
Of superstitious nonsense!
God does not exist,
Nor do I,
It is all a dream,
Pie in the sky.”
Then Dawkins says he’s hungry
And Hawking says he’s thirsty
And Sam Harris, sitting
On the fence, smartly dressed, says:
“Chocolate fudge for me.”
Only the restaurant doesn’t exist!
No Dunkin’ Donuts
No McDonalds
No TGIFs or Ruby Tuesdays.
“We shall wait a trillion years,” concludes Dawkins,
“No, a trillion, trillion, years,” says Hawking,
“And then what?” asks Sam Harris?
“Then you will get fudge,” says Hawking, smirking.
“By the law of random numbers,
Chocolate fudge will be reconstituted
Out of atoms.”
“But, says Sam, logical to the last,
“I cannot wait 100 trillion years for my sundae!”
“In the case,” says Dawkins, “you’ll have to die.”
“Why?”
“Why? – Have you gone mad?
- You know that you can’t ask “why”,
It is an illegitimate question.
It’s like asking, “Why do birds fly?”
“Well, why do they?” asks Sam Harris.
“I can give you the equations,” says Hawking
Just then there is a boom, like thunder.
“What was that?” say Dawkins and Hawking.”
“Wait!” says, Sam Harris – who suddenly goes pale:
“That was God, fellas.”
“So what is the scientific answer?” says Hawking.
Sam goes red.
“Well, actually fellows, she said:
“Tell Hawking to answer the question why birds fly
In plain language, not by equations.”
“Here is a pot of glue Hawking,” says Dawkins.
“What for?” says Hawking.
“Because now you are stuck!” says Dawkins,
Laughing his head off..
Copyright © Jonathan Sion | Year Posted 2013
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Jonathan Sion Poem
The universe is a harmony
In which we all have a part.
You don’t need to know
What your part is.
You just need to believe in it:
Knowing that you belong.
Knowing the universe loves you
And wants your participation in its song.
Believe it, and you’ll be happy,
Believe it, and you’ll be free.
Believe me.
Copyright © Jonathan Sion | Year Posted 2012
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Jonathan Sion Poem
A woman sees the midnight moon;
And moves so sultry, slow
Toward the midnight glow,
Her full breasts white as snow
Her shadows play,
Upon the ground
Her heart makes not a sound,
Then, she hums a tune of love
To the white, blue moon above
Suddenly she sees a vision!
A man - her shining fate
Standing firm and strong –
A kind and loving soul mate
He glides nearer her, o’er the lake
Nearer her, for love’s sake
The woman drops her pretty dress
And the muses' midnight moon
Watches lover's love and swoon
Watches lover’s love
Their night away, till visions
Become the light of day.
Copyright © Jonathan Sion | Year Posted 2012
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