© 2006 Jon Trott
Ten billion years, give or take a few million or so
It took a good God’s patience to let things die and grow
I feel her arms around me, I kiss her lips so warm
And every bit of dust of me yearns for more
Poured forth to make a mountain before there was a clock
And I feel the prayers within my heart rise with tears
I believe and cling to Christ through my half-gone years
Animals and plants just live; humans can’t stop thinkin’
And feeling and dreaming and loving themselves
Even though they don’t know who they are as well
Out to be non-reality unless the evolutionary ground
Is something more than less, ends in God and tenderness
Rather than nihilistic suck downward back, back… into dust.
And I feel the prayers within my heart rise with tears
I believe and cling to Christ through my half-gone years…
Everything that rises must converge.
Everything that rises must converge.
[Apologies to Charles Darwin, Tielhard de Chardin, Flannery O'Connor, and of course Lou Reed]
4 comments:
That is one extremely cool verse.
Gracias. And a clue to librarians and those who love them... this guy's blog is pretty cool in that way.
Just found this blog. I don't think I'll agree with some of it, but it's interesting stuff.
*adds to bookmarks*
P.S. If you link through to my blog, be forewarned that I write mostly late at night or when I'm ticked off. :)
Ruinlach,
Thanks for provisionary thumbs-up, which is really the most any of us should expect anyway. I checked your blog on Xanga... am I hopelessly behind times over here w/ blogger.com while so many others are doing Xanga or even Myspace? Inquiring minds want to know, or at least have a pretzel.
Blessed good Friday.
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