The Essence, a Poem

The Shape of the Universe

We wrangle, dispute,

over the shape of the Universe,

Did Euclid see, gliding there

in the night sky

the God of Reason?

What now, can we discover?

is it the shape of things seen,

or unseen- that matters?

We are earthbound mortals....

perhaps it is for us

to truly see...

yet again, all that surrounds us,

as a child would.

Hung heavy, watermelon berries,

black alder limb, held out,

offering droplets strung,

melted after the first ice storm,

convex mirrors...

if one were to search them deeply,

closely, one would see themselves,

clownlike, childlike, peering into

the face of God.

Behind, stands birch circlet,

heaven's sky a gray domed shaped roof,

and chickadees laugh at fools like us,

in a cage,

and not a tree,

to have walked the long earth,

do we finally have the courage

to look a raindrop

in the face?


and start again!

Comments 4 comments

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lilyfly 5 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Well, shoot! This is what I do! lily

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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Chickadees probably do laugh at fools like us. For someone created in the image of God, we certainly get skewered in how we look into a raindrop, kneel before Heaven itself and thank the one who loves us unconditionally through it all.

Very gorgeous Lily girl.

5 years ago

Voted up.

When we look around us, it's hard for people to get rid of God consciousness.

lilyfly 5 years ago

Oh, Hy, my life is such a mess, but I try to get this ONE THING RIGHT! Much love to you.... lily

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