I presented this piece for the Society of Ordained Scientists retreat this past week.
Life (Lucas Mix, 2003)
And could it truly mean something
This revelation
Revolution of my soul
Did I see, or spinning like a top
Simply land with a different face up
And could it be something
That ceases to be
Existence predicated on death
That entering our consciousness
Must lose it
Did I see something
In his birth
That was created out of nothingness
Or were the pieces
Simply rearranged
Did I lose something
In his death
That was entered into nothingness
As his light entered
The nothingness of my life
Did he become something
That I hate to lose
To lose sight of existence
If blessing it be
Then being is blessing, regardless
This too is meaning
That meaningless light
Meaningless strings of DNA
Should code and coil and make
Of life a pattern on an empty canvass
So I regard life as something
Regardless of death
That enters into
And departs from
the stage.
