Eyes of God
The stone petals dance in an air of alabaster,
the lapis trumpets of the blooms open to a passing monarch.
The multi-colored onyx leaves curl on languishing vines
that spiral toward the sky.
The Eyes of God watch; mysterious, serene;
like the almond eyes of genie or the unknown eyes of carnival mask.
The Eyes of God peer over the patterns of matter,
stones or flesh, and see beyond to the invisible, eternal spirit within.
The stone petals dance in an air of alabaster,
the lapis trumpets of the blooms open to a passing monarch.
The multi-colored onyx leaves curl on languishing vines
that spiral toward the sky.
The Eyes of God watch; mysterious, serene;
like the almond eyes of genie or the unknown eyes of carnival mask.
The Eyes of God peer over the patterns of matter,
stones or flesh, and see beyond to the invisible, eternal spirit within.
Pablo Neruda wrote about the lives of stones, the fire down in the matter of the of the marble or the lapis.The molten inferno that becomes the lava, then the stone, then the mountain, then the continent. Many poets, physicists and mystics have written about the lives of stones. If everything emanates from God, why is the stone or the snowflake, or dewdrop, or the sand any less divine than the soul of a human? Everything becomes part of the same mozaic. One small piece of life fits into another and another, until, like cloth, a reality is woven with a pattern discernible only from heaven..
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