Transcendence
Transcendence
My cat’s content, she cannot see the end
No road ahead, no thoughts to comprehend
Or search for something that she will not find
No disappointments, just around the bend
She has no dread of death, no sense of loss
No spectre’s hand to try to reach across
For pure in heart, though finite in her mind
Her spirit freed will e’re bypass the cross
Devoid of sky she plainly marks each day
Unfettered from a knowledge of decay
Forgetting good and bad she leaves behind
She has no need to innovate or pray
Of her I am at times most envious
Yet glad that she remains oblivious
To hope we *****Sapiens must bind
With yearning hearts opaque to luminous
The less obscure, though they are safer still
To long for seas, songbirds and daffodils
For fields of victory we all have pined
Let science satisfy, and man’s goodwill
And take the risk, and walk the narrow lane
Transcending cat and ape and human brain
Remembering that a quest for God may blind
Those seeking from a world immersed in pain
The more aspired the hope, the more the strife
Too many in God’s name unsheathe the knife
Let’s be with loving kindnesses aligned
Dream high! Dream low! and join in afterlife
Copyright © Mark Elam | Year Posted 2020
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