The water splits and reflects the sunshine as it
Ripples and dapples before me;
Sometimes soft, sometimes blindingly intense,
But always friendly, confident and quiet.
I suppose someone makes it all happen --
Yet, the questions remain:
For what purpose?
Why is this beauteous procession just given to us?
Who benefits from our pleasure?
Our joy at the wonders we see around us?
The grass bends beneath my body as I lay me down
To watch the sky.
Clouds drift and swirl above me;
Sometimes wispy and light, sometimes dark and pendulous;
But always too far away to touch or smell.
Why do some people not enjoy life?
What gives them pleasure if not the fact
That they live and breathe?
Where do they find their satisfaction?
I lay still, watching the stars,
And I feel the Earth in her rotation
I hold my breath in anticipation
Of answers to the secrets of my joy.
05-28-1981


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and your anticipation of the answers.
Such a lovely poem.
rated with love
definition of God to answer the query
"Who benefits from our pleasure?
Our joy at the wonders we see around us?"
God does! See, according to the mathematician/physicist
alfred north whitehead,
who became a philosopher in his 60's,
God
not only helps create all the beauty,
but,
creates a universe to suck it in and enjoy it
and..here is the kicker...
since God is immanent as any idiot knows,
He takes every experience up into or unto himself
and holds it in an Eternal Now of appreciating beauty &
experience
then sends it back to us in the temporal world.
this guy started process theology.
anyway,
he is a good guy who knew his shit.
i am in his fan club.
joy has no answers, some say.
bullshit. everything has a reason.
people?
they are under the sway of the BIG GREEN MEANIES,
if u remember your beatles.
they see beauty as a luxury to buy. blah to them.
@ James: I might have heard of that guy, but can't be sure. If he's right, then the reason he sounds so familiar is because he's right and I (as we all would be) am connected into the same "Network" and so am privy to the same thoughts of beauty and wonder. It's something to consider.
@ Miguela Holt y Roybal: If anything I am much happier and joyful now compared to the insecure 21 year old that wrote this. Over half a life ago now. Thanks for the kind words.