Poem: If One Could Add the Entirety

If one could add the entirety

of what we can see

and what we can’t —

the supplicant on a rant,

the matter dark, unknowable,

a bitterness that’s stowable –

what we would have to examine

are children wrenched by famine,

a panoply of catastrophes,

like man-made war, and disease.

 

We would also deign to look

at an ancient antiquated book

imparting wisdom, dispensing lessons,

doling out her meager blessings

to those who care to think

that knowing God demands a link

to better angels, vibes much higher,

illuminated by your fire,

the one that burns within

where there’s no hell and there’s no sin.

When you glow the healing starts

proving science doth love the arts.

 

We know the good resides all ‘round,

that humble plots are sacred ground,

that if you focus on the light

you’ll develop brilliant sight

an aptitude for nobleness

projecting out from all of us.

You see it all for what it is:

bounty pots without a lid

overflowing with joyful spirit.

Magically magnetically growing stronger near it

you know what truth is, you know what’s real,

you know, in short, the real real deal.