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A poem that uses iambic tetrameter and rhyme to combine the Yahweh of Western, Judeo-Christian tradition with ancient Greek philosophy.

A Brief Meditation on Aristotle's First Cause



Like seraphim whose wings unfold,
your majesty goes not untold!
As the light of your brilliant face
moves in me all of time and space;

as planets orbit heaven's Sun
and encircle it one by one;
so, too, am I caught in your sway,
enrapt with you from day to day.

The hosts of God bring attention,
with horns of holy dimension,  
and trumpet your great might whereof
they blast their praise from up above.

You are The Incarnation
who sparks this cosmos's causation, 
through which effects exist from laws, 
in worship to cosmic First Cause:

in Latin, “Primum Mobile,”— 
“first mover” of Ptolemy,
which answers Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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