Sometimes We All Will Be In Cosmos Poem by Liza Sud
Sometimes We All Will Be In Cosmos
Sometimes we all will be in cosmos.
you talk it all the other way,
you're turning my religious concepts -
and harp on scientific names.
But Science is for me too earthly,
and very common-sense for me.
It deprives us of solving problems
on sense of being far from here.
I, Borechka, don't trust in spaces,
as you in Heaven don't believe,
cosmos is obvious, no questions,
but still less than my soul it is,
which is apt for regeneration
in layers of some different worlds,
and for spiritual admiration,
rather than that of islands' flows.
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Мы все когда-то будем в космосе.
ты по-другому говоришь,
понятия религиозные -
ты по-научному твердишь.
Наука слишком приземлённа,
обыкновенна для меня.
она лишает нас вопросов
о дальнем смысле бытия.
Я, Боречка, не верю в космос,
как ты не веришь в Небеса,
он - очевиден, без вопросов,
но меньше, чем душа моя,
способная перерождаться
в пласты совсем иных миров,
и там духовным наслаждаться,
а не морями островов.
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5/8/2024 10:32:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I attended a Catholic college and the building that housed the Science Departments was named Albertus Magnus Hall after the medieval scientist, who saw his work of uncovering Nature's mysteries completing the work of revelation and updating the method of biblical teachings. Albertus did not suffer from any conflict between Science and Religion because his motivation was religious and his work was scientific. Only later did two warring camps create the hostile division: scientists stopped praying and religious people ignored or rejected discoveries. How sad. I agree with you that MY SOUL IS NOT NOURISHED BY SCIENCE but that's because I don't understand science. I understand music and poetry, they nourish my soul. But that's not the fault or limitation of science. Albertus Magnus's soul was nourished by science in his life on earth but he probably discovered poetry after death in heaven and now he and Joseph Brodsky share poems written in celestial ink! !