I love ancient minds, the grandiose <br />thoughts of bygone tale-tellers, their <br />sense of awe, infusing all they saw <br />with supernatural significance and <br />deeper meaning <br /> <br />I share their cosmological delight in <br />a machine too vast for mankind to <br />penetrate or understand, reject their <br />helplessness and despair in a <br />mystifying universe <br /> <br />To succor my belief I NEED a kind <br />intelligence as creative origin of all that <br />exist, ideas of malevolence as creation <br />kills my spirit; though I cannot <br />breathe in materialism, <br /> <br />the thin, cold air of cynicism, nor feel <br />joy in small three-dimensional reality <br />I will not face over-powering tragedy <br />of an evil universe blindly grinding <br />its unfeeling millstone <br /> <br />If I am to live as a useful, pragmatic, <br />hard-working human being I need to <br />rest my mind in beautiful thoughts of <br />harmony, benevolence and rational <br />self-interest <br /> <br />I won’t be the toy of harsh, unfeeling <br />powers else I die of despair, I admire <br />loving intent of a Christ-dreamer using <br />ideas of Precession to create a simile <br />of deliverance <br /> <br />for a suffering humanity …<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-06-18-simile-rev/
