Maybe our star is just an orb of fusion
held by gravity and physics to apply
energy to our little nonet here at
the spiral edge of a galaxy we can
almost comprehend with the awareness
we have acquired over our brief
history of knowing anything at all.
Is consciousness a gift or a result?
As we mature, we become aware
that we are conscious and begin to collect
stories that offer us a mooring place
in the trajectories of our lives.
We welcome our stories and
learn how to affect their outcomes,
accepting their consequences even
when endings are not always satisfying.
Eyes on the horizon,
we strive to complete the metaphor,
crashing the symbols,
beating a cadence of heart to
where the sky meets the sea,
ever onward to kindness,
gratitude, and light:
God without religion.
(Top image: gettyimages; Bottom: detechter.com)