I’LL LIVE AS ONE WITH YOU WHO FIRST MADE ME

Every molecule and particle in me was first membered in the name of its creator. They shine, they dive, they line up in the form I’ve been given. But whether or not they can be lifted from the grave remains the question which God also gave me on their behalf. It’s as if they rise up to my hands or mouth and ask, for themselves: if they are to be left to die is there anyone who can render like for like, same for same, so that the universe will not be one molecule less? I believe that matter asks this question.

 

Everything in the universe is embodied and ensouled. Therefore it can’t be lost. At the same time, just as the plant wants to climb up to the sun, the life within me cries out, “Light!” and flows towards its source. Life shines and burns within the body for a time and then streams away. The body is happy to play its part. It gives itself in joy, created as it was by life for life. And what it leaves behind has been learned and loved in the strife of existence.

 

So where does that leave me? I stand beside the fountain of my inner being. The current of life flows through me in its many colors. Death debates above me, as it were, and eternal life holds itself aloof like a dream. I can only wait, while the world turns just a shade, to where my body lies within life’s tree. And there, as sure as worlds have been made, I’ll live at one with the one who first made me.

 

Molecule

 

And every shining molecule is mine

which can or can’t be lifted from the grave,

and every diving particle or line

of being within me God first made or gave.

They rise up to my hands or mouth and ask

is all that’s mine still membered in His name,

and if it’s left to die whose is the task

to render like for like, and same for same?

 

Strife

 

And yet the life within me cries out, “Light!”

and will not cease its flow towards the source,

as if it’s pulled away from its own fight

and turns back to its maker as of course.

Therefore the body gives itself in joy,

created as it was by life for life,

and what it leaves can happily destroy,

which learned and loved to burn in its own strife.

 

A Shade

 

So there beside the fountain stands my self,

and colored life flows through me like a stream,

and death debates above me on its shelf,

while life eternal holds itself in dream.

I wait the turning of the world a shade,

to where my body lies within the tree,

and there as sure as worlds have been made,

I’ll live as one with You who first made me.

 

Best wishes, today,

Landar

 

 

© landar 2010. All rights reserved.