to educate a devotee of the cult of Science as the All Explaining Theory of Everything into a less cramped mental universe.
Go back to not looking at the sun But at the tiger beetles and their iridescent emerald backs, This is to solve an algebra of high allusive order Cicindela sexguttata
For as their bright elytra soak an emerald sunlight They give back that green sky we cannot see; Their grubs go humpbacked and spring backwards, Another thought transaction of a green allusion
But if you would not solve abstruse equations Walk slowly on a woodland trail The bank or berm of which is clay, Look down and see them gleam more brightly than the April leaves
Green altar, sanctuary of the eyes of God Who through my own eyes sees what He has made And through my thoughts has thought them through And thinks them wonderful who is Himself a wonder
Pavel April 4, 2012