Guest poem sent in by Dr. Roger Thurling
(Poem #1927) Christ in the Universe
With this ambiguous earth His dealings have been told us. These abide: The signal to a maid, the human birth, The lesson, and the young Man crucified. But not a star of all The innumerable host of stars has heard How He administered this terrestrial ball. Our race have kept their Lord¿s entrusted Word. Of His earth-visiting feet None knows the secret, cherished, perilous, The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet Heart-shattering secret of His way with us. No planet knows that this Our wayside planet, carrying land and wave, Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss, Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave. Nor, in our little day, May His devices with the heavens be guessed, His pilgrimage to thread the Milky Way Or His bestowals there be manifest. But in the eternities, Doubtless we shall compare together, hear A million alien Gospels, in what guise He trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear. O, be prepared, my soul! To read the inconceivable, to scan The million forms of God those stars unroll When, in our turn, we show to them a Man.
As a convinced atheist of many years I had often wondered how Christians reconciled their belief in an all-knowing all-powerful universe-wide God, with what they believed to be its (his?) interest in, and manifestation in our parochial little planet, with all its peculiarities of biology and geography - almost all of them unlikely to be repeated anywhere else in the universe. Alice Meynell tackled this problem head-on, walking over it as though it didn't exist. Roger [Links] Biography: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922), English writer, editor, critic, and suffragist, now remembered mainly as a poet. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Meynell