![]() Our Things Sing of Some "Thing"A Poem by implicit![]() He is not a thing. but whatever![]()
There is a thing
Or so I'll call it to be understood. This thing, it brings, Or is, the good. It's not a thing But things speak of it. And, I think, They partake in it. For the things we see, Their beauty radiates. The moon, the trees, The stars, they all say "There is another. Another far more wonderful. Like us but larger. Far greater and more beautiful." The spheres and the globes, The dirt and the leaves, The falling of snow, The growing of trees. They call us to look For a "thing" beyond things For a "thing" to that's the good For a "thing" that's not a thing. The stars in the sky Didn't make their own patterns The rotations of the heavens Don't follow their own order. © 2024 implicit |
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Added on July 10, 2024 Last Updated on July 10, 2024 |