The Cosmic Scale Poem by Daniel Brick

Cleopatra: I'll set a bourn how far to be loved.
Antony:Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
William Shakespeare

We have only time
to grasp Eternity.
Metamorphosis is required:
I will sharpen my mind
to a point so tiny
only a single truth
can occupy it.
Then we will speak the necessary
words, hopeful words, beautiful
word, words that connect.
we will descend to a well-spring
shining with crystalline waters,
all the waters of the world
circulate around us: they are cleansed,
we are cleansed. We are aware of
many others nearby, equally washed,
equally made ready. We know our fears
will be dispelled by fellowship.

Look, all the chambers of dissenters are
empty. All the offices of money-
lenders are closed. And the last lessons
byprofessors of science will be completed
by nightfall. We will enter Eternity
with incomplete knowledge. By morning
we will all be the same, candidates
for a new reality. We will listen
to light, we will hear lilac scents,
we will touch sounds of Scriabin.
There's more for us to absorb:
we will be bubbled in pairs, and slowly
rotate across the arc of space.
The cosmic scale is like a mountain
range we have climbed to the summit.
and breathless, realize more and more
summits ahead of us, below us, beside us.
Our silence the more shows off our wonder. (*)
With in our bonded souls we are told
it is required you do awake your faith.

(*)Shakespeare, THE WINTER'S TALE
V,3, l.24-25; 118-119