Towards a New Cosmology

Out with the old, in with the new
That is our strategey as regards the universe
Old truths disappear like grass during a brush fire
One dawn follows another
The risk is palpable
We still must be careful to be exacting in our choice of symbols and words
"The Joyous Cosmology" is what we are after
Our eyes gaze upon the stars 
We hope there is something out there we can feel a kinship with 
We're a small part of eternity 
We ride beneath the moon in our small boats
Looking heavenward, we dare to hold our small flag aloft
   Guided by love - we face creation with beating hearts
We will refuse to become slaves of fear
Our resolution is strong and our voices ring in the city canyons
A change is surely coming!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Aderounmu Avatar
July 28, 2012 at 3:41 PM
Matthew, i enjoyed this piece. Cheers.
Horne Avatar
July 28, 2012 at 3:37 PM
awesome write, my friend
Maverick Avatar
July 27, 2012 at 3:44 PM
Yes liked the optimistic and adventures aspect's here Matthew.. good to read.) and thank you for the comments yours Joe..)
Grisetti Avatar
July 27, 2012 at 9:05 AM
Change is one of the constants of our universe. The direction of the change is what we can influence by our actions. A good poem makes one think, and this does.
Dietrich Avatar
July 27, 2012 at 8:21 AM
Very interesting one. It makes me think of the new "way" that people are practicing their beliefs in "something out there". I love the ending here. A change is surely coming.
Mac Donald Avatar
July 26, 2012 at 9:26 PM
"Change is surely coming!" but fear is sometimes a strong and overwhelming emotion? If push comes to shove, mayhem becomes insanity...it will be hard not to have a wee bit of fear? Still, this write instills hope,.:) I like Shelly...your comment gave me smiles, thank you! I'd been trying to draw a cat in a program I hadn't touched in almost a decade...my son laughed at me.:( I told him it was a Picasso cat...duh Best wishes, Mikki
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