None had felt the worldly need of unbiased dialect,
Nor had the man seen what the God was like.
But how could we idly stand by when our age's intellect,
Was divorcing itself from our psyche.
Unbeknownst was a spiritual without a philosophical dream,
A philosopher without spirit was not into being.
However far would thy psyche venture into the spiritual realm,
There would always be a Sea thou yet have to drown in, O wanderer: O human being.
None was greater than the world of dream,
Which encompassed the mortal realm.
Than what world had the Almighty put into being,
For thee, the transient: O human being.
In the realm of Almighty was a sense of immortal solitude,
Which belonged to none in the mortal realm.
This, at last, to transients was a prelude-
A thing unbiased, unprejudiced, uninfluenced by worldly beings-anger, horror, doubt or greed.
This more than anything else made one,
Eager to feel the visage of the God-the Father-traced on the world he left for his mortal creed.
With him as a symbol of all harmony and beauty the man had known,
We must climb the tree the supernatural had grown.
Not as an eternal vine the God has lain,
But for mortals as a transient path to wane-
A world where the gaze of Almighty forever supersedes the natural reign.
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To Nature
PoetryIf Nature were a Woman and spring her youth, She'd cry for a Flower and die of sloth.
