How foolish people are
Who do not care About the Northern Star And the laws of its celestial whirl Like a boy’s hair in its capacious whorl. How great are the deeds Of God In the mitochondria of reeds. Their vision blurs, their hearing lapses. And the throne on which they sit collapses. In place of these raptured ecstatics Arrive the neutered Atheistic fanatics Who wrong this world with their pursuit Of its permitted fruit. But those who rightly feed the body Who guide the stream That roars to fill the wadi Who gaze upon the quantum and the quark Upon the earthworm and the orc, Because they gaze upon the soul Of all They bring the word of God into the bowl God has touched the army of their hearts So they restore the ruins and pathways with their arts.
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