The Cosmic Gulag

Human beings . . . 

ever, 

instantly beautiful, 

creative, 

cruel; resilient.

 

Nature . . . the same.

Amidst instances of tragedy;


Hope . . . 


For that is ever 


at the core

of the collective, 

bipolar, 


human condition.

Religious, scientific, 


political, economic


  groups, consortiums, et al,

clack, spout and spew;

Engaged as we all are 


in  


THE latest greatest innovation, 


revival, crusade or quest ---

However, to what avail?

Where is the salvation, the commonality, 


the semblance of harmony; 


the awareness of . . . eternity?

Somehow, somewhere, someday, 


that Hope,

that Destination . . .

that Unipolar state of being . . .

must;

MUST, lie . . . directly ahead.

IF,  truly,

We REALLY want to get there . . . 

We shall.

And arriving (mostly) intact; 

Might we not finally, ultimately

Be

Not only our own saviors -

But also,

the liberators of God?

3/2011