Modern Grace

Modern Grace

Remarkable Earth’s

Glorious position from the Sun.

Incubating diverse, ever changing,

Enchanting Temples

Of magnificent carbon life forms.

Challenging rugged biosphere

Never insipid climate.

Nature’s temperament, thin shell,

A balance between our

Heaven and our hell.

O’vast deep ocean of Oneness,

I hear your waves upon the shore.

Creatively I nurture your warmth

Artistic passion to open your door.

Your pulse my heartbeat

Balanced beat for beat.

Listening in our shell

Fragile waves

Form lucid ocean walls.

Ingredient of love

For life in nature.

A resounding spiritual call.

Beauty, harmony, and spirit

Resonating from our core.

Someday my shell,

Harmoniously, in ash, scattered

Upon our shore.

Epitaph uplifts as eternal pinion

Into the heavens it calls:

Mere shadow this carbon frame,

Yet benchmarking spiritual actions

between cradle and our grave.

Mere carcass this carbon frame,

Leading to a oneness

the eternal flame.

Yet no inspiration carries

an inerrancy.

The artist or creative

no different.

We travel unknowingly,

Technology as our beacon

and sword,

Science to measure,

Empreal radiance.

Cognitive experiences,

Ruffle or preen our feathers

Until We shed our frame.

© David Cardew Evans (My Son)

01/09/2011