In May 2000, during a retreat for the Session of my church, we were given the exercise of writing a psalm inspired by our reading of Ps 90<\/a>. This following poem is what I wrote and read to my fellow retreatants. (I've been recently thinking about how little I read my old journals and how much good -- and not so inspiring -- stuff in those journals. There's also a lot of stuff I can \"repurpose\" for my blog so that I have material on days like this when I'm less than inspired....)<\/p>\n You are God, more infinite than infinite Instant communication is at hand, I came into this world a babe Our lives should go on fine without you I don't know why you would bother with us at all What hope do I have in all this? <\/p>\n I see no answer emblazed in the sky, no buzz via viral marketing But you still don't go away, do you? In May 2000, during a retreat for the Session of my church, we were given the exercise of writing a psalm inspired by our reading of Ps 90. This following poem is what I wrote and read to my fellow … Continue reading
\nWe theorize about the curvature of the cosmos, the utter limits of observation
\nAnd yet you exceed our theories, our sightings, our vision, our ability even to accept<\/p>\n
\nmyriad bits of information deluge our eyes,
\nYet you are closer to us than our own heartbeat<\/p>\n
\nAnd will exit alone--lights out
\nBut You were before me
\nAnd you will be after me
\nThis is how it has always been
\nAnd this is how it shall always be.<\/p>\n
\nWe eat, sleep, love, work.
\nDay after day.
\nMoments of exquisite pleasure break up the monotony, even makes us have kids, be responsible citizens
\nIt's a pain to be conscious
\nWhy can't we be like robots?
\nMaybe we are robots after all.<\/p>\n
\nThough we have made quite a few advances,
\nwe still are puny little creatures in the grand scheme of things
\nThough we can fly to the moon, impress our image all over the world
\nboast our fugues to Martians -- we are a red button or a gas tank away from annihilation
\nA pathetic species we are, aspiring to the heavens one moment,
\nslitting each others' throats, violating a neighbor's wife the next.<\/p>\n
\nThat satisfies.
\nYet I am glad for the still small voice that gently nags
\nand nags and nags
\nThe voice of love that persists.
\nI thought that it would be easy to make you proud,
\nTo be one who would never betray you
\nEveryone else was a fraud
\nAnd now, I too am found out.<\/p>\n
\nI should be more grateful than I sound.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"