Theocentricity (Being Touched By Touching A Rock) - Poem by Smoky Hoss
What is this magnificent desert rock I have found?
Perhaps a piece of some sacred ground?
Or a grand work of ancient art
from the depths of a great creator's open heart.
-Mystery rides redolent in the air
Beauty abounds and distinct divination is to be found,
The wind sings its sacrosanct song
With it the trees softly sway and dance along.
All of nature sings,
And the Wonder of redemption
Awaits in the wings...
The sunset covers the Western horizon with blood,
Washing the troubles of this day
Forever far away,
As God watches and blesses from above.
A full moon giving grace
Flows through the desert night
Allowing a view of
The most wonderous sight:
A hungry old owl
On wing takes flight,
While the stars overhead
Delightfully twinkle so bright.
-In the morning the sun arises in the eastern sky
Just as an eagle rises to fly...
Why these moments cannot last?
Why all of time rolls on and on so very fast?
In this world
So much is simply unable to be explained;
Like the way it feels standing in the desert
During a slow cool rain,
Or sitting on a mountain top alone
With the fragrant breeze
Whispering grace among the trees,
Surreptitiously telling you
That somehow here and now
You are closer than ever to your own true Home.
Blessed are the things visceral
That trenchantly touch and calmly caress
Heart, mind and soul;
These sweet -if seldom realized- ontic movements of life
So deeply alive, I cannot truly reify,
Yet somehow I do deeply know,
And can't help but ponder
Why it is so.
For of the deepest things it seems
Humanity is allowed only a glimpse,
Merely a touch,
Perhaps any more here and now may be far too much.
So they continue to come and go,
Ebb and flow,
And here refuse to stay
As if only sent temporarily
With some divine message to say:
' At the center of everything -even a small desert stone- is God,
Life's Ultimate Concern.'
And through all these things
Of great eternal love and wonder
We are all certainly able to learn.
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