From the concept,
To the moment of adoption,
When what was fancied
Is ascertained,
And configuration
Is breathed into what
Were otherwise stochastic
Particles drifting aimlessly in
An upper-atmosphere of hypothesis,
A place where curiosity plunges hands into
The boundlessness of theory and begins to form –
From vivid mental images, assertiveness, and spirit -
Something new added into time’s continuum…
.
Understanding that as Human-beings
Are wrought from a thought, then a seed, and
Then given form, even so, espousing Light and Truth
(As being bound inextricably in formulation and purpose)
Marks deeper understanding…
.
So… into the crucible the
Metalworker thrusts the alloy,
Heating and altering its contents,
Sand-casting to mold a thing functional,
To offer a thing necessary,
To perpetuate a cycle,
(Mists
Appearing
A moment and
Then disappearing)
Humanity living and breathing
And all searching depth-of-purpose…
.
Potters wedging the clay, removing the air,
Repeatedly throwing it down upon the bench
And cutting through and rejoining it in a different
Orientation to form (upon the wheel) a thing usable of
Function, necessary to fulfill a purpose, momentarily satisfying
A need in the grand cycle of Birth, Growth, Fruition, Demise,
As the fullness of time rises to appointed levels
(In the ebb and flow of universal dynamics)
And where all Truth-Bearers carryon a
Sacred responsibility of creating
Something bearing LIGHT
Which is capably put to use by others, and,
With no hindrance, points them to The First Poet…
“And God said, “Let there be Light,” and there was Light.”
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