A Psalm For Today Poem by James Tipp

A Psalm For Today

The language of old was couched in awe and wonder
Fire and power, subjection and domination, fearful language.
The wonder of the stars laid out in majestic beauty, awesome.
So we struggled to find the language of humanity addressing the gods.
But in another time and place this language is anathema, subservient.
We are thinking beings, not pots or vessels, not clay images, we know.
We know the world is old and the universe is vast, and still there's more,
The image of a demigod is one we seek to change, democracy, and ideal
We seek to bring to this orbiting sphere we call home, earth, our planet
Is god dead? Should we move on and up and out and wherever, alone?
The universe is full of more wonder more questions, more un-knowables
So why not change the metaphor, the language, to that of wondering
To that of searching, to that of involvement and discovery, with the unknown
To still believe that in all this vastness and complexity life has a meaning
A purpose that lies in the mind of one who conceived it all and calls us on.
The moment we conceived the complex question why? The box was opened
We search still for the answers and demand the right to ask the questions.
In no other sphere of life do we use ancient maps to guide us and our thinking
Informed by but not governed by ancient explanations of our beginnings
Our seeking after truth and daring to move from the past, is essential
For truth lies out there as well as inside the human framework, and mind
Allow us the freedom to seek another language, another metaphor, in our time.

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