Spinning in the Cosmos

Complexity frames the shadows of an existence underneath

like the rolling of the ocean becomes the crashing of a reef

Nothing is an illusion of everything that is

we see in how the universe is bubbling as a frothy bath of fizz

  

But the substance of our existence, is made of nothing more

than the opposite of the Godhead that forms the distant shore

Complexity frames the essence of our thin and empty page

under which the scribbles loop, the aspiration of the sage

God's mystery is revealed again

in our realization of our derived life and constant sin

And our repentance that spins us around and 'round

bringing us back again to Him! 

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Bp. Joseph 

(Ancient Church of the West)