Imperfection

Imperfection

God is the maker of the cosmos;

He made all of us in his image;

The voice out of revelation’s fire,

He can never be observed by science;

God is symmetry and perfection

Who rules in a timeless heaven-state;

So he can’t make an imperfect thing;

Yet - we are his unexplained failure;

Driven from the Garden of Eden;

But imperfection is a good thing;

It lies at the core of our physics;

It thrives in the spine fluid of our being;

Flotsam from the fall from perfection;

Big-bang singularity rubbish,

We flux about in quantum wave fields;

Voices out of accidental fire;

Irradiated by existential pain,

Human hearts speak in babel voices,

Search for passionate life-in-common;

Long for a social physical space

That turns into a conversation

On life’s ample possibilities;

But we can’t demand that the cosmos

Justify to the court of reason;

But we can be truly human

In this spontaneous creation;

We can behave with careful scruple,

Be mild in manner, pleasant and kind,

Not retaliate when affronted,

Do business with integrity

Avoid the extremes of prejudice;

On the goat’s road we can sing out loud

The lark song of sensual delight;

We can be frail heroes who inspire

Others to feel glad humans exist;

We can do justice to human hearts;

Find dignity in imperfect selves;

In the field force of the passionate,
Be not afraid of human goodness.