I was reading Loren Eiseley’s “The Firmament of Time” and I wrote this poem as a way to express my feelings for God in reference to that mysterious writing.
Trinity of persons,
one being
imperfect, schizophrenic
from an eternal birth;
forever broken and brought into being:
remember me, the microcosm
of your cosmic dream,
memory of your dark choices
fumbling for the keys of creation
firing the stellar ignition.
Remember me the remnant nebular dust.
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