One starry night,
Chaos, in his might,
begot irrelevance.

“Irrelevance?” you say.
Yes! And, no…

All is all, all is nothing,
nothing is all, and everything.

Irrelevance is all, and nothing.

How to explain, how to explain…

One starry night, I saw this light,
not with eyes, but with soul.
And I said, “ No! There can be no light
in my black night!” Forgetting
black holds all colors, even white.
So, this tiny light grew in its might,
wanted to swallow me whole.
Again, I said, “No!” Holding
the blankness of black tight to my soul.
But, light had unchinked my mind,
I couldn’t stop wondering, “Why?”

One starry night, or two or three,
I realized there was worth to me.
I saw my “I.” And I was comforted.
I thought I would die…
But I won’t, I see “I” going on,
and over, and beyond. I was so scared,
I didn’t believe in God, and heaven.

I’m finding heaven is relative
to personal perspectives, but often skewed.
Heaven, hell … what’s up with that?
An Aristotelian enunciation that became fact.
It served its purpose, for the times, but
we all roar like a god ... when necessary.

And, as gods, don’t we share culpability
in all the struggles of life and death
our earth-bound minds present?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/18/04