The Rock
I stopped at a rock eternal and free,
In mineral apparency to pronounce the gee;
No alternative life forces of strong or weak measure,
Only meaning - pure, rugged truth to pleasure.
Aligned with flower, hill, mountain, lion, bird,
Gliding through evolution to before the unseen third;
Taxonomy lived and cradled the morphemes marked,
Abstraction fired, dynamising the box of the larked.
Evolution converged into this one rock,
Into its within, the pinnacle, the spot;
Diversities of plumage, colour, mutation and ugly,
Kissed and drove the beauteous into the pure lovely.
Feeling that purpose exists - rationality sparked,
Spirited from a permanency permeating the parked;
As all life unravelled from its completeness harked,
Blood pulsed into wrists complementing the marked.
Logic resided firmly within the rock, but with arms open,
Axiom, predicate and proposition did talk,
Maths derived particle law, somatics, spread, order,
Genetic drift claimed the formulaic functions of red border.
God glimpsed silently not wanting to unfairly relate,
Or intrude uninvited, backwards at engaging the gait,
Nor saying, hello nor barking at this maker of this life,
Allowing a reciprocal glimpse to fetch his quivering fife.
Goodness existed needing coursing expression, for me,
For others, for warm, for distance with respect to see,
Foundations deep tentatively approached, shimmying forwards,
My glinting understanding of my navigation, my way - towards.
Changed by this meeting, positively forever and for all,
The place, the loci stood arriving in my hall;
The kindness afforded in remembering the Bang, the starts,
Cuddled the indestructibility of the immortality that departs.
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