REBIRTH
Bob Ludden
http://www.essex1.com/people/robert/
Reflective consciousness, the dubious gift of age
may well confront with calm the time impending,
compressing all the moments of our days
into an order vain as
pale dimension will,
and to a single mind make substance of its own.
Contentment bred....alas, but for the moment owned.
Oh yes, they wait outside the frame we crafted!
Thank God our infancy protected us from outrage
at such gifts we never knew existed,
and deal with even now in feigned esteem.
As meteors they rain upon us!...
and we would block them out with thoughts of resignation?
The words still nag at us....“You must be born again.”
We chew at them, or simply nod in piety...
Their growth in us as transcient as the breath
They rode upon 2000 years ago.
I will NOT come out from this most precious womb,
Though worlds await.
The most audacious thing a man can do
is echo the achievement of his infant self.
Reborn?
Nicodemus, what did you hear?
Water....does it not carry the food of life?
Holy spirit....is it not the breath of life?
And then, later........did we hear it right?
Lazarus..........................Come forth!
