WHO KNOWS?

C. J. PHELPS


Who knows the context of the earth,
Or the wisdom of the stars
The winds that give the air it’s birth
From a trillion Shangrilas.
Who knows the unity of love
Or the expression of her breath,
The dusts that fall from dusts above,
Or the reversity of death.

Who knows the spirit, or it’s frame,
Or the fallacy of possessions.
The relationships of soul with name
Or the character of transgression.
Who knows the mystery of our being
Or it’s vast portentuality.
The sight of sight beyond eye seeing
Of vision, and mind’s diversity.

Who knows the origin of earth’s mother,
Or the Father of human trust.
How molecules activate each other
In the genetic holocaust.
Who knows what, or even why?
The former, or the latter.
We watch confused as all slips by
On the rafts of carnal matter.

Yet there is reason for it all
The sun, the moon, the cosmic grain.
The times before each souls recall
To that time each must re-gain.
That spiritual fraction in between
Where faith’s star shares her sight,
And life’s dividing tests are seen
As seeds of reason and light.


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