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04/27/09 - (2)
Lost in a Lost Cosmos
I'm a lost cause, a lost soul, lost in a lost cosmos, A paltry being, whose melancholy pales, by comparison, With the incalculable sadness God suffered, conceiving man,
When heaven lay about his ancestors, in their infancy, Clouds of divinity hovered Until the last throes of humankind's celestial memory dissipated,
And all that remained were vaporous traces of His grace — Hardly evidence that He ever even created Eden's keepers, Let alone promised them the world's glorious kingdoms,
Endowed them with the capacity for love and hope, When all there had been, prior to light, life, was opaque void — Night, the presence of absence, nothingness, nonexistence...
A lost cause, a lost soul, lost in a lost cosmos, Who knows that my dispossessed spirit Will never regain its sacred hold, in God's blessed estimation.
And so it is, this fugitive Monday evening in April, Longing for that long-long-ago, I compose this plaintive song, Certain that God is indisposed to granting second chances.
04/27/09 - (2)
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