Essential Questions

I lift my eyes above the dark horizon

To the stars twinkling forever

In the morning twilight coldness

And behold the unfinished universe

In its complete entirety

As the sun slowly lifts its blazing head

Over the veil of the crimson-blue horizon

The sun's blinding yellow-white shroud

Driving it all, mysteriously away

The answers I seek

Rest always beneath my feet

The questions I ask

Always overhang my head

Nature?

Or Creation?

I see no clear, final distinction.

Between sublime reality or divinity

In the chaotic fingers

Of this new formed stream bed

I find the working hands

Of some mysterious infinite sense of being

And tis the job of the steady-handed scientist

To eventually reveal these secret mysteries

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005