Mankind presumes to know
what eternity calls insignificant,
and in the bubble we forsake,
we do tend to make arrogant soliloquies
of indices given, boxes within
the nature of our belief.
Such self-important creatures we are,
floundering in a universe
of unknown cause,
unknown intention and more,
quoting how very eloquent we are
in serving our own egos.
The truth is far from reach,
not secretive or intentionally cloaked,
but beyond our archaic reason,
early in the seasons of our growth,
yet still we persist in acknowledging
our superior intellect.
The cosmos like an entity breathing,
churns and in cycles seasons life
with rise and fall, death and transformation,
an ever changing form of expression,
thoughts like directives given
by an omniscient hand.
We may stand in awe
of the miracles evident, as time’s providence
marks our lowly forms,
and who are we to understand
this plan so perfectly drawn,
in which we, for a fleeting moment, exist.
I look pensively to the eternal skies,
and wonder not why, but in gratefulness
thank life for affording me this glimpse
of the whole, in its endless light of being,
my seeing just a wink of a sacred sight,
that my heart knows well at its core.
Knowledge is a wonderful thing,
yet knowing in a heart can be so much more,
and connection with life is one such thing,
that guides us to aspire to higher thought
where knowledge is just an imbibed breath
amid the artistry of existence.
Tony DeLorger © 2018