Jesus Christ Pose
it seems like everyone is
a survivor of some kind of
disease or awful trauma
We are a culture of wounded
brandishing our scars
jockeying for position
with the other cripples
Photo credit: Liam Burns
“Musing on Hawking Radiation, etc.”
encroaching on God
where we come from
speeding toward dissolution
all things are possible
They stopped counting at four hundred billion.
Just threw in the towel.
Resorted to a shorthand of equations, accompanied
by hair-pulling and other frantic gesticulations.
That’s a lot of stars, of suns–
but still only one, single galaxy,
not an especially distinguished
galaxy at that.
Kind of humbling, isn’t it?
To realize from a cosmic perspective we’re
the equivalent of country bumpkins, living
wayyyy out in the boonies.
And so can any god suffice?
Persuade us of a divine flame
burning invisibly within us, shining
like one of those stars?
Or have you murdered faith,
Galileo, by measuring the glory of
Creation with your heretical gaze,
recanting except in your heart?
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After the Robbery *
My fence keeps me safe
Yours keeps me out
His fence is broken
Hers like a fortress
Some build a barrier of guns
Others leave a gate
Theirs is but a daisy chain
(God preserve such trusting souls)
* This past week, two individuals used a pretext to gain admission to our home and then stole from us. Initially, I was possessed by feelings of betrayal and rage…but, finally, a sense of equanimity and calm is returning. Although I think this bit of verse reveals some on-going (and longstanding) misgivings regarding my fellow human beings.