Under the Stars of Wonder

Man laying in grass Wearing the skins of wild beasts With acorns in hand A spear of stone next to him He laughed to himself His children safe in a grove With his eyes open He gazed at gems in the sky On huge rings unseen And wonder sung her sweet song He then saw the gems Their shape, size and arrangement He saw animals And men dancing without cease “Who gave birth to you?” He saw the silver mirror Shining in the void And saw his face motionless “Who even are you?” As he was dazzled by them A gold disc arose Disposing of the darkness The man then with sight Saw himself with his body “Who am I in truth?” He cried for the pearl within That came from above Above gold, silver and gems So he talked with friends And curious family To share this found fruit Sharing it from age to age Father to daughter And mother to starving sons With this meal of fruit Angels grew out of their mouths Who gave seeds of truth Most said all came by grand thoughts Some said by just chance Few said that all came from love Two in ten thousand Said all came from a mistake Through these many thoughts All yearned for the very first They cried through their eyes For something beyond their sight To escape darkness Though darkness caused their wonder Out of this darkness Came the study of wisdom Two lovers came forth Both the scholar of wisdom And painter of words Were dazzled with bright wonder Through wonder and peace The scholar thought through wisdom Talking through to her To hold her beneath the stars The painter instead Made his art with this wonder To paint his dear love They pursued their precious love For wisdom herself Not to be hailed as the stars Nor for shining wealth Nor even to keep breathing Few like the poet And thinker Bardesanes Saw wisdom herself And much like wisdom herself Due to lost wonder They yearned to see the beyond Beyond every star But as wisdom fell from light And came to darkness Because of her blind wonder The men with wonder Strove to dispose of darkness And return to light Where the garden shines above Above gems and gold Where the first family laughs In groves and meadows Where Christ, the white lamb, frolics In the grass with the first man