Imagine. Know.

Imagine. Know.

Imagine:

Knowing the wind eddying round your knees and shins,

Swirling into your nostrils and lungs, filling your soul:

The breath of almighty God, respired

With love and purpose and meaning.

The random, varied pressures in space-time

Across the universe by cosmic chance.

Knowing the prismic bow after dusk’s thunderstorm,

Arching high, in a broken grey and spotted blue bowl:

The promise of a sorrowful God, placed

With sanguine tears, rebirth symboled.

Light refracted—gorgeous—in the misted,

Scantness of the pre-ultraviolet.

Knowing humanity’s continued perfection,

The onward march to equality, democracy:

The gift from martyred God, flesh free-given,

Forgiving sin without pretense.

The chance consequence of gene mutation, 

No promise, save fitness and survival.  

Knowing the meiotic, growing womb-bound vessel, 

The perfect potential life-promise, replicated:

The gift of life, the heir to a Christ, blessed

With precious, sweet perfection.

Mass made from feminine fertility,

Confluence of cells in a host’s body.

Knowing this society, this hopeful frontier,

This realized knowledge, this truth in precedent, wisdom:

Extended Talmudic tradition,  God’s 

Whisper from Mounts, holy scripture.

Logic, method, science, experiment,

Progress from village to metropolis.

Imagine.

Knowing one way to salvation.

Knowing god, knowing nature:  Heaven.

Knowing that your knowledge saves eternities. 

Imagine not knowing.

Imagine. 

Knowing many ways to enlightenment.

Knowing Nature, knowing God: heaven.

Knowing deeds secure earth-progeny’s promise.  

Now. No!

Imagine. Know.