Do We See

A sense of the universe In all its diverse Forms can give rise To a profound apprehension of the lies That abound All around As if we prefer not to see How we Are implicated at the very core In a raw Vital way in ecological catastrophe By our desire for mastery To be in charge of our fate And we refuse to wait To recognise deep within our heart That we are part Of the what we perceive to be the stuff of the real And to recognise our need to heal What is out of kilter with God’s rhythm So when we find ourselves caught in a gigantic schism We must not deny The moat in our own eye The block That enables us to mock The wonder of creation As if life was all imagination Amenable to sophisticated modifications Subtle alterations And not a gift given us by life’s creator Humankind’s maker For we are not the end of the story And God is the source of true glory Do we dare to pause and ponder? The sheer wonder That life is not something for us to sift And re-arrange but is a gift To treasure Beyond all that we can ever measure Jane Tatum©