Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Resplendent in Beauty

Birds Sing Their Songs to Him, Trees Lift Their Arms to Him.

Look at the trees, resplendent in beauty
Trees, complex in simplicity, fractal in mystery
Who were they made by, and who were they made for?
They were made by God.  They were made for God.

And look at the birds, who nest in the trees
The influences of feathers on the tips of the winds
The winds that take their songs to skies more beautiful still
Who were they made by, and who were they made for?
They were made by God.  They were made for God.

And look at you, most beautiful of them all
The unfathomable complexity, the passion and piety
Oh ardour, who were you made by, and who were you made for?...

You were made by God.  You were made for God.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Real Analysis

Going Round in Imaginary Circles.

All waking hours burn
Out to sleeping in. 
Some days are real,
I can only listen, or
What should I say?
That I mostly do not know;
That I’d rather mind to change
- Some days are fake -
I’d rather not
Complex in oh so many ways,
The I fades in and out of days

Oh, and if you only knew
What I so simply understood
What I cannot yet describe
What I’d show you if I could!
Making the complicated plain,
Levelled so creation stood
Upon an orientate-able view –
Well, it would be just half as good

As the truth would, understood.