It is to us a funny thing;
Divinity.
A more abstract notion
we have not entertained.
That there would be,
like us,
but something more.
A far beyond,
but not unreachable.
Perhaps a comfort
lost to walls and bonds,
for loneliness
no longer drives the heart.
For fear
and subjugation
are now become abstract thoughts,
perhaps divinity
no longer draws.
Yet it remains,
by the by,
somehow ingrained in us;
like DNA,
how we are built and formed.
Each of us,
borne of star fuel
and dust of rocks
a billion years old.
So what is it
to wonder if there’s more?
A level above consciousness,
a height as yet unseen,
a cosmic omnipotence
that was there at the beginning
and we be there at the end;
unequivocal,
inextinguishable,
unfathomable,
Excelsior.
That this might drive
men’s minds to fanatic,
could not be more understandable
and if in the name
of ungrasped eternal light,
we shed each other’s blood
and fear the heathen;
then there must be a day
to ensure the peace is kept.
To set down swords
and guns
and embrace Love;
for if there truly lays
upon the Firmament,
an All-Father,
then most assuredly
we will not find Him
in our petty squabbles.
Not on the charnel battlefields,
nor in the homes of gilt and gleam,
but maybe
our Progenitor
is found in humbler clothes,
or yet again,
not yet a man;
not yet.
Not today.
Today a babe;
newborn and effervescent.
Luminous,
with stars align
and hosts of kings and shepherds.
And perhaps visitors
that flock from slightly further afield;
come on this day
to also seek Divinity.
Absolute.
For today;
a child is born.
HG – 2017
