A pilgrim devotee to any church
who reads it's holy word as linear law,
has lost his Spirit's existential search
content to sip Life's ocean through a straw.
As meaning ever deepens, no lazy eye
can see the subtlties much less the plain.
Where atoms, quarks and wiggle strings all reign,
infinity waits behind each question, 'Why?'
As we are born but once and life is hard,
the primal requisite is all must learn
to sense themselves Angelic and to guard
the gateway to those heights for which they yearn.
Consciousness and wonder are Earth and sky,
and Wisdom light to know our Being by.