(This poem was written in 2020)
A song by the musicians of the Spirit.
Within each molecule—
each atom of matter;
down with the electrons
and the quarks
of Creation
is the Spirit of Existence
itself.
The Spirit of Existence
residing in you
and in me—
and in that beetle
and that tree.
We are the city of God;
the holy mountain of Zion.
But some cry,
that stuff is
inorganic,
inert,
without any consciousness,
or at least no self-awareness!
That stuff is,
I reply,
imbued with the Spirit of Existence
itself.
God resides there.
Nothing can change that.
It is God who decides
where God will reside.
Within each molecule—
each atom of matter;
down with the electrons
and the quarks
of Creation
springs the Spirit of Existence
that draws breath
into human lungs.
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