Periodically I browse in the religion section at Edward McKay’s used books–and have found many delightful and inspiring Christian books. Last week I saw Inklings of reality by Donald T. Williams, looked into it and bought it. Wow. He is a theologians, wrote many books and what caught my eye, and outstanding poet in metric compositions. This one emerged:
The Sound Eye
The soul’s eye glimpses and picks some worldview,
And mind’s sword cleaves: godly or godless.
Orbiting galaxies, with retinue,
Quantum ripples repel, and coalesce . . .
Reality is a chance impromptu,
Or a Creator’s life-breathing process.
For those who advocate a godless view:
From nothing we came and nowhere we go;
From dust we came to dusty rendezvous . . .
Coffins are filled with their precious cargo
And lowered. Loved ones bid tearful adieus
And ponder: it ends there, six-feet below?
The Perennial Philosophy view:
All faiths are fingers to the hand of God.
Souls seek what is transcendentally true
(Popular acclaim, or patently odd.)
Pick a choice morsel from religion’s brew.
Follow where Krishna or Mohammad trod.
So, how do sound minds judge the correct view?
There was a man. He healed the sick and raised the dead.
The hour came—to the end he foreknew:
He stretched his arms—thorns pierced into His head—
Cried—bled out—and died. Why? To rise anew!
Each soul can face the end, jettison dread,
Hope upon hope, to taste His Pascal bread.