Timothy Lawton

The Thought
12/01/1997

From the vast infinitudes of deepest space
To the infinitessimal confines of nothingness
Always salient is the thought,
the being, the presence
But a raindrop in the sea
A leaf in the forest
A breeze in a storm
Nothing is lost, nothing is forgotten
The mind of God fills the sea
The eye of God sees the leaf
And the hand of God catches the wind
It is all seen and all heard
We are but a letter in the cosmic books
A single letter in the library of time and space
Yet, all meaning is lost when we leave the page
Or, set out to make our own word

7/30/1997

The ocean lapping against the shore in rhythmic thunder and spray
But for the unfathomable aeons…..timeless
Ebbing and flowing with the years
Before and beyond any breath of man, but not the thought
The stars pin prick holes puncturing the fabric of darkness
But for the unfathomable aeons…..timeless
Traversing the heavens with the years
Before and beyond any breath of man, but not the thought
The moon that nether world of the night
Full faced, profile, or out of sight
But for the unfahomable aeons…..timeless
Waning and waxing with the years
Before and beyond any breath of man, but not the thought
The sun bathing the earth in the glow of its nurturing light
But for the unfathomable aeons…..timeless
Rising and setting with the years
Before and beyond any breath of man , but not the thought
The creation teeming with life in dependent unison all according to plan
But for the unfathomable aeons…..timeless
Growing and dying with the years
Before and beyond any breath of man, but not the thought
God the shaper of all forms and mind of all thought
Even against the unfathomable aeons…..timeless
Steady and unchanging with the years
Before and beyond any breath of man, only the being of the thought

1/29/1009

I’ll do it tomorrow another day

Some other time I hope I pray

But, time inevitably passes by it slips away

When my life finally comes to an end

How much time will I have allowed to be sent

to oblivion, the nether world, or uselessly spent?

Those who do are the ones who create

They know the clock is relentless that genius always knows the time is late

So, why do I always squander hours like minutes and years like days?

4/7/2009

It’s difficult to understand stupidity

Especially when it’s seen with such lucidity

Knowledge doesn’t have to be elusive

But, idiocy is so powerfully intrusive

That it fails to ever leave me alone

This universal poisoner of the human race

Drowning us with wave after wave after wave

Encompassing us in the bars of its cage

It seems that for man wisdom is not coming with age

Surely if one does not believe in God they must not believe in Beethoven

Surely if one does not believe in a Creator they must not believe in Michaelangelo either

For as sure as the 9th symphony and as certain as the Sistine Chapel the Universe does exist

Surpassing in beauty, dwarfing in grandeur, exceeding in wonder by incomparable measure

and unfathomable degrees these mere atoms of art

With one stroke of his brush with one note from his orchestra

God has made a thousand sunsets and ten million songs

Yet, the universe has unfolded by chance?

Does the orchestra play without a conductor?

Did Michaelangelo not work with a rainbow at his side?

If not God then what devined the design?