an early contribution

[dichroic]

In my poll the other day there were equal votes for new and old poems. I am working on a new one - that is, it's in the polishing phase - but I've also got company for the next several days. There's a chance I won't be able to get to the computer to post it on time, so I'm putting up an old one today just in case, in honor of International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day. I realized today that this should probably have been called Laudate instead of Jubilate but my Latin is barely existent. So here it is. It's more a prayer than a poem, the only one I ever wrote - the full story behind it is here.

Jubilate

Praise the One Who brought all to be.

Praise the Spirit Who spawned the uncountable universes.

Praise the Shekhina Whose thought set the cosmos expanding,

Praise the Builder Who laid the structure that from a single seed grew the galaxies in their crystalline brilliant complexity, spiral or barred or lenticular.

Praise the Mother who, self-fertilized, birthed the stars that brought forth Her grandchildren, the planets and their glory of rock and ice, of gas and spume and spray and life.

Praise the Artist, who brought about the beauty of the great and the small, of the nebulae and of the northern woods, of Luna's stark surface and of the lush life of a coral reef, of Neptune?s brilliant blues and of the white surf that rides the waves.

Praise the Prime Mover Whose physical laws, set in motion, led to this place and this moment, where I and my beloved come together, at home in a small corner of a small planet (at the round earth?s imagined corners) in a small galaxy on the edge of Somewhere.

Sing in praise.