We see a nest and say,
“It's made of grass.
A natural thing;
It's merely grass.
But why is it so intricate and swirly?”
There must be a Bird!”


We see a galaxy and say
“Its made of gas.
A natural thing;
It’s merely gas.
But why is it so intricate and swirly?
There must be a God!

For Gene Brewer, the Creator of K-PAX, Robert Porter and prot

Life is hard.                                    
We are toiling painfully
With determined desperation
With tears and bitterness

With fear and agony and
with strong doubts  that we can even go on!
With Human tenacity!
With Human  skill!
With the cleverness of Chimps
With bigger brains.

We are building a better Universe
And evolving into
What Love becomes
When Love is beyond comprehension!

Science and Faith are fiery lovers
Dancing a tango all through Time
Hugging and parting
Grasping and rejecting
Whirling and twirling
Fighting as fiery Lovers fight
Shouting and slapping and flinging things!

The Neighbors shake their heads in exasperation!

In lulls between the fights
They hug together
In the velvet darkness of the Universe
Embracing with their mutual love,
Gazing with shared longings
At the far and friendly stars!

They embrace with passion
In peace and desperation!
With one small remnant of hope
That things can somehow be better!
Out comes a brawny Love Child!

Growing as a Seed to entwine the Universe!
Doing what all life does:
Getting bigger!
Getting stronger!
Learning!

Playing as all Children play
With the pretty Universe!
Wondering!
Wandering!
And becoming more and more!
What a sight when His muscles grow!
What an Einstein when His mind does!

In time as all good Children do
He prepares a place of rest for His Parents.
Brings them Peace at last

For Life is hard
But then we die….
And then we get to enjoy it!

When the dark ages came and the Roman Empire fell
And the first age of reason sounded its knell
Did the Wise Men say, in their timeless way
That Humankind is not destined to survive?

For the dark ages came and the dark ages reigned

And their reign was dark and their power deep gloom!
But the light that glowed though so weak, was bold
And in time it surged to a Mighty Flame!

Man exists like a Phoenix Bird
A beautiful Creature of Power and might!
But the fire that warms is the fire that burns

Like a torch consumed by its own great Light!

The World does shine in the velvetness;
A spot of blue and a place of light

But the World does turn and it still does turn
And enter again the velvet night!

So we stand at the brink of war!
So we are children of fallen gods!
Both a god and a Beast is Man.
We too have our place in the Wheel of Time!

Athens lasted a hundred years
Sparta lasted a millennium
But the ways we think about as Greece

Lives strong between our shores again!

Though the waves shrink back,
And the Stars contract,
And the Phoenix writhes in her self-made flame.

If the worlds should turn towards their velvet night

and happiness die in the valley again.

Nothing lasts, like the valley wide
It ends in another mountainside
And happiness lives in the Mountains again...

He walked the dusty paths of Earth.
Heard Cattle cry and Sheep bells.

The smell of Sweat was known to Him. 
Sharp tastes of wine and bread and cheese.

He admired the Flowers.
Saw blue Sky and Stars.   

RESTED IN THE SHADE OF THE TOWERING MOUNTAINS!    

 
The Beings At all like Him
 He had no contact with.                                                                                                                             
He was the Ultimate in Aliens
 Or Visitors from Space!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
His Kingdom is truly, "not of THIS world!"*  
    

 The loneliness!
How He must have felt it!                                                                                                                                                                                         
To have a destiny
That goes beyond the Stars!

Outlives Eternity!
While others know it not!

Yet I know You miss the old days, sometimes.
                                                                             
Once One has been here,                                                                   
One is forever an Earthling!

*John 18:36

To you a Dusty Carpenter,                         
 
To me a Shining Light.      

 
To you a bloodied, nail pierced wrist.      

 
To me an arm of might!

 
To you a Gentle Prince of Peace.  

 
To me an awesome sight!   

 
To each of us the opposite.                       


And yet We both are right!

Tiny, widdle Aliens in the  red, red rain!
Just what you are, Scientists can’t explain!
You go a pitta-patting to the pretty,  placid ground,
The weirdest little Creatures for a billion miles around!   
 
 Did Jesus make you up in cold, cold Space,                                   
Ten million miles above us in a wild and secret place?
 Did you reach our planet on a meteor's rocky side?     
A riding rocks is poky but a jazzy way to ride

I’m glad the Cosmos has you!
Such a kooky thing to be!         
That our questions aren’t all answered                                           
And our thoughts can frolic free!   

                                                       ­                      
You might have tortured Pharaoh several thousand years ago,     
When concepts of Human freedoms were not true and were not so.                                                              ­                                  
ET’s  and Freedom Seekers might have fought a common foe.
When a crazy Shepherd had a dream to “Let my People go!!!”

Cause a billion wittle Aliens fell and bloodied
 Egypt’s ancient seas.   
I stand before the Cosmos free to think and live
And worship as I please!

Amino acids churning, swirling                    
In the tides of New Earth’s seas!


Tossed and turned 
And cooled and burned
And flung before the breeze!
God's laughter roars! 
and Life is born!            

 His work has just begun!

 Small Plants climbing, crawling, pining,           
 
Living, dying, 
Growing, trying...
 
To take the dry thus untamed lands!
Pioneers to 
an Ungreen world!
 
Cold winds! Dry air!
 
Millenniums of toil!
 
Sinking roots into the hard rocks.
 
Splitting stones to  SOIL!

 
We come;
 
hunting, warring, snarling;
 
Clothes  and clubs and coins and spears;
 
First sense of God and Love Beyond.
 
First agonizing Cosmic FEARS!
 
Words upon the printed page'        
Pots and  bricks and wheels and FIRE!!   

But  like the Plants the inward longing!
Deep inside the same desire!          
               


Starships surging, sailing, soaring!                                                                     ­     
   Silver bits of flotsam flung;                                                                                          
  Watched by the Mighty Lord of Hosts!                                                                           ­              
 His work has just begun.
Seeds blown by the Winds of Man!                                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                  
To multitudes of suns, such toil!                                                                    

To sink our roots in alien sands!                                                              To change a zillion worlds to Soil!