Ph: Faith: ' Tasting ' The Lips Of Heaven! Poem by Brian Johnston

Do we 'taste' our 'creator(s) ? ' when loving night skies?
For we gather now all that we 'see', must be stars
Or detritus they leave (what's cast-off when they die.)
More poetic, perhaps - metaphorical 'offspring? '
Are we bastards, our parentage lost in childbearing?
Man's progenitors merge in a dark womb of 'matter, '
Just born elements gravitate, 'Nature' grows fatter,
Is there 'Purpose' revealed (are we accident's sigh?)
Watch as planets congeal (one called Earth, one called Mars,)
And stars' chemistry births nascent Love (AND Love's sighs!)

Is it 'privilege? ' 'curse? ' to be born? 'In the pink'
When 'inanimate' local stars animate' you,
'Life' exploding from stars' 'death star' not give you pause?
We are 'born' AND we 'know' it; is that not ironic?
"So entitled? " to grok God's existence! Damn! Comic!
Might our whole universe be one street light in 'Glory, '
Is to take in "His Presence? " just end of ONE story?
A vast universe stretches before us, has 'Laws'
The whole governs and 'Truth' (that we die and exist too,)
It's stars 'sand on a beach' where 'TRUE' GOD 'suns', you think?

Has a man died in war who deserved what he got,
Or a woman who married not pined for release
From her husband, her children, the dawn of each day?
Does the laughter of children seem far too revealing?
When you feel, are there limits (like glass walls and ceiling,)
You dare only look through and know others do too?
Do you hope to find safety at home in a zoo?
Friend, is freedom your vision or bondage your way?
Would you love to ask questions, whose answer bring peace? (1)
Ask "Who caused the Big Bang? " like a child's afterthought!


Brian Johnston
23rd of August in 2019

Poet's Note:
(1)Let me humbly suggest (in faith)that God is the answer to every
child's question!