“New-s”
It’s in the math it’s clearest, Lord,
And yet that part, though looked toward
Is comprehended just a bit,
As in the darkness here I sit.I sense life’s geometric curve
Like hockey stick – flat long, then swerves
To sky with ease and grace always,
To wealth or ruin all our days.I sense “Constraints” in formula
Of upper-level algebra,
Now needed in the business world,
Without which all is just a swirl.I sense it in the doubled stars
Which I now see, like Saturn, Mars –
Though as before, world’s doubled now
As vision doubles up somehow.I sense it in for shortened years.
When birthdays sometimes bring on tears.
With increased cycles round the sun.
Each year seems gone, when just begun.I sense it in the collagen
Which disappears beneath the skin,
Betraying world inside unseen,
Which comes up short in spite of dreams.I see it in unfolding years
As they roll out, surmounting fears
Expressed by pundits far and wide,
As kids take up this human tide.I sense it in life’s wrapping up –
We do the math, years, not enough
To finish – heck, we’ve just begun
Computed years, which come undone.But Lord, these years are rich indeed!
Though often weakness we concede;
Each treasured insight doubles now
As days unfold in years allowed.Thanks, Lord, for this unfolding day –
Though darkness still obscures our way,
The Dawn will come just hours from here,
New vistas opened, life made clear.For dawn is math as well, no doubt,
As photons flood this world about,
And open up new views unseen
’Till now, above world’s mean and mean.For Kingdom gives a point of view
Unknown to me, with life renewed;
Lift blindness from all-knowing minds;
Augment old text with views sublime.Thanks Lord for this.
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