To better view the fairest the stars of Genesis, Keats or Kepler, the priests of vertical transcendence built towers over clouds - beyond the touch of worldly toil.
Standing below in soiled boots, newer prophets citing the universal brotherhood of mitosis, chromosomes and DNA, urge a new transcendence spread on a horizontal plain where bridges are preferred to ladders.
Muffled distant drums, beating somber warnings of poisoned waters and global heat, summon us down from our lofty towers of denial.
Murmuring rhythms of forests and streams and all species of flora and fauna line out the same life beats as the engines in our chests. The God without is the God within - nestled within our nuclei.
With global death within the grasp of our reckless finger tips, and bullet fever infesting our earthly villages, are we ready yet to yield a measure of our trust to the healing power of horizontal transcendence?
This poem is included in a book called Wisdom for a New Era, Part II by Benjamin C. Godfrey and in the poet's book, Unity Tree available from Amazon.com