My God.
At the intimate
edge of mind
there is a spirit
of so much more,
than survival.
So obviously
of love, life and
giving truth to
all who seek -
our immortal soul
for a life to live.
In our ultimate
nature
there is more
than a chemical
soup - a harsh
catastrophy of
death over life
of
edge over edge
under knife-edge
of trials. A devil's
chaplain, advocating
a sour temptation
to shun revelation
in the face
of bitter hellfire
and foul relegation
to dwell in a sunless
hollow of fear, of
torment and sorrow
eternal.
Yet this is life
and we will live it
- as we see it -
survival of the fittest
does not give up
on our chances
of forgiveness
for every edge we
have not fallen on.
Our persistant life
tells us. As the latest
tantalising line
in it's more epic story
than ours alone - how
love has found life in our
universe, to crystalise
out of its darkness
as the light in our lives
as we see it.
Believe it to be -
no less than it is,
no mere initial shout
of manly pride
bearded on high
clouds of human hair
standing salute to
the wonder, but more
than all that thunder,
as we chase to the
roots of striking lightning
with science, in the
undeniable echoes of
physical truth, within truth,
within truth, within truth...
The world of most wonder,
is all that's around us
right here, right now.
It's full of stars.
by Gareth Rosser |