A poem fusing the God of Western Judeo-Christian tradition and ancient Greek philosophy.
|Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Your awing light goes not untold!
As the gaze of Your brilliant face
Moves in me all of time and space;
As planets orbit heaven's Sun
And encircle it one by one;
So, too, am I in Your potent sway,
Enrapt by You from day to day.
The hosts of God give attention
Through horns of astral dimension
And trumpet Your full might whereof
They blast their praises from above.
For You are The Incarnation
That begets cosmic causation;
By which effects exist from laws,
Obeying this cosmos's First Cause:
In Latin, "primum mobile,"—
Creation's strange anomaly,
Which answers Infinite Regress
From the pre-Socratics' egress.