Don't Dig Deep
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 The Book of Possibilities |
The dinosaur bones are shifting deep beneath the schist
Danger, and the unknown
A sucking tar under the sands
Ready to drag us down
To take all of us into its sticky belly
And freeze us in time
Archaeologist takes the brush
To take apart the story
The smashed watch, looking for the God of creation
The big picture built of tiny Serault dots
And steps along the dried out course
Of an ancient river delta
Dig, and find out
Or stay in your sterile lab
Making theory out of pure imagination
No one wants to know that the planet is always changing
That it will be just as solid a mass of churning magma topped by ephemeral crust
With or without the life we think to rescue
Don't dig deep
Because the planet doesn't love, or need, or desire
It doesn't care
We are not its children
Or at least, we can expect nothing for its spawning of our short lives
Nothing more than what we learn as human beings
That life is what you make it
Through the imagination and through your actions
To dig deep is to see the truth
That meaning comes from a faith so deep
It should not dare to speak its tenets aloud –
To accept the wonder without a framework
Of human size
To accept the overwhelming of the senses
By numbers and distances impossible to grasp
To believe in any case that the mere fact of existence
Calls into possibility that creation is a part of us
And can be a means to the end
Of meaning
Archaeologist, take the brush
Remake the ancient pot that tells the tale –
We are creators who came from the wellspring of creation
All around us
It requires no deeper mystery than that
For a person to dig for an entire lifetime
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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