Before the Foundation of the World
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I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty. ~ John Keats
If we were forced to choose between a sky
Without exquisite music like “The Swan”
And God, which one would we select? (Stars’ sky
Desires in music.) Would we choose Saint-Säens,
— Or Allah — or Jehovah? (We would choose
The cello.) Beauty is the only way.
That option beams fluorescent like the blues
Of moons when suns were cast forth wide to sway
Across the universe; or, long before
The blast foundation of the cosmos, notes
Were holy in their purpose, and yet more,
Were holy where the first conception floats.
Forget about mere sin and Christ’s free will.
Ban God and give us something sweeter still.
Blue Moon blossoms