Thursday, November 26, 2015

G. O. D.

                    Good Orderly Direction, God’s own mind,
                    Pervades the Cosmos—the Akashic Field
                    By which what’s manifest has been designed,
                    Where all potentiality’s concealed.

                   Now here we are who fathom such intents,
                   A kind of matter risen to consciousness
                   And learning better to make sense
                   By science of what before was but a guess,

                  A superstitious fantasy or myth
                  Now giving way to cosmic theories,
                  A keener means to make discoveries with
                  And finally what’s ultimate may seize—

                       At which point we’ll have read the mind of God,
                       We progeny of Adam, once a clod.