Awake to Seek
Wake
Up and suit yourself,
Into the floundering pattern-mudded
Consciousness of this our finite skin---
Into a being 'berthed' bemused, beseemed morning
So like the proverbial hog, boar or sow of the round ring
Who as life's suitors get caught by our snouted 'knows;'
Beshrewed, besotted, bemired so we instinctively grunt,
Tempted by our sensual, careening awareness
Or our dutiful grindstoned routine,
We press our life's suit 'til evening
Or wallow down
To our suited
Wake.
1st pub. in Moria Poetry
--
in the time of Darkness
to commune with the Transcendently Real
in the midst of our utter loss
in the darkened night of alone
to contemplate despite a soon demise,
to live in the Infinite's silence
deafens our wayward heart and leaves
our confused mind bereft;
the Divine answers no pleas
our anguished request left--
Selah
to hope against midnight's despair
to trust in all that is blessedly Fair,
so Beautiful, Right, Good and Just
despite our world history of horror
for naught, and absurd;
we seek
a slight glimmer
of the billion-lighted
meaning shimmering briefly
in our finite reason and creative awareness,
before the cosmos spun into place,
eternally ever always
Ultimate
Becoming.
Selah
In the Light,
Dan Wilcox
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