Drink Deeply of This Cup, Dear Friend
Is just Love an oasis in ‘desert of self’
Where my talents seem fossilized bones with no life?
I bless remnants of forebears (expired, long past prime)
That caress life, the breeze that cools brow, whose moist breath,
Does suggest some direction, moves me off the shelf
Of indifference! All I invent is my wife
Or mirage that just silently glistens and I’m
Fool’s gold’s victim who wrestles a vacuous death?
Yes, the “Little Prince” spoke ‘Truth,’ the desert that hides
An oasis is beautiful. Poetry’s less
Than the stardust metastasized facets of gems
That form crystalline structures, though contents of thoughts
Bring a smile to God’s lips or cause angel’s insides
To do cartwheels! Can rhythm or rhyme then possess,
Is it hatred or Love of this life that condemns
Grace that God gives to Jason and all Argonauts?
Let us all take a break from what some might call sin,
From the ones we trust Love us, for whom we feign Love!
Just remember God’s rain falls on ALL life! That’s ‘Kind!’
But does life that adapts thrive on Nature that’s here,
Or is all evolution ‘designed’ chance to win?
Do we profit by judging when push comes to shove,
Or gain more from God’s judgment when pride’s left behind?
Do you think truth’s a virtue to crowds that swill beer?
More than Love’s in the wheelhouse of life if I’m right,
For it’s stocked with provisions that lighten our loads.
There is Reason, there’s Math, and now Science as well,
And if Faith’s not an answer, it’s Faith that floats ‘Ark
Of All Wisdom’ that’s human, that’s ether for ‘Light
Waves’ that bend and refract as dark matter’s mass goads.
Can Man’s models of Nature, Sums, Logic then tell
Us how waves of light form? Faith’s God’s watermark’s ‘quark?’
2nd of October in 2019
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2019
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