When One Is Arrogant About God
The little man stepped just beyond
transcendence from his little world
and found divinity outside. The huge surprise
was that he found no throne,
no kindly spirit there,
no lowering papa in the sky
but there was ecstasy in emptiness
he had not seen between the stars,
between the frenzied prayers of men
who sold their commentaries on belief.
What irony to note the hidden god
who sent him back without reward,
that humankind might lift the sword
and find it weak, inadequate, the symbol
of a stumbling gospel half believed,
half emasculated from the altars
censed in smoke.
But then to venture deep within at last,
makes to emerge
just the glimmer of a cosmic pride
that always turns away
until our tongues
receive the simple sacrament
of love, and only then
our knees may serve
as pedestals for truth.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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