Well, George my sweet, here is a beautiful poem about some of the religious/spiritual issues we seem to be battling over again. I like this because it transcends belief systems, in a way.
Process
The structure of process,
time's gullet devouring
parents whose children
are swallowed in turn,
families, houses, towns,
built or battered down,
only the earth and sky
unchanging in change
everything else fragile
as a wild bird's wing;
bulldozer and butterfly,
dogrose and snowflake
climb the unending stair
into God's golden eye.
Everyone close in his own
world of sense & memory,
races, countries closed
in their dream of history;
only love, or friendship,
an absorbing discipline--
the healing harmonies
of music, painting, the poem--
as swaying ropeladders
across fuming oblivion
while the globe turns,
and the stars turn, and
the great circles shine,
gold & silver,
sun and moon.
John Montague |
