This is from the August/September 2009 issue of First Things
If All Is Relative
An interrogative:
If all is relative
And truth (like time and space)
Has no fixed thought or place
Where God has said, "be still,"
Why can't I simply will
That truth be as it seems
In all my ego-schemes?
So, spinning on my heel,
I'll deem this cosmic wheel--
The whole, not some few stars,
But galaxies as far as
Light itself extends
Or human thought ascends--
May be just what I see,
One vast complexity
All orbiting around me!
--N.E. Dunkle
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"Poetry is not the assertion that something is true, but the making of that truth more real to us."
T.S. Elliot
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