Hallelujah by George Page

Why do you ring your calloused hands in anguished worry ?

All things live and all things die and still the mystery abides.

In the broad stroked flourish of dark and light , in the ecstasies

And the mottled play of light , the gravity of long suffering nights .

All in all , beyond the sagas , the plays , the civilizations

With their abominations and their short lived tempestuous delights.

Beyond your meager maps and holographic models of worlds unfurled.

Beyond the proffered predictions and calculated , ponderous professions

Of knowledge , faith and fleeting visions .

even beyond our obstinate

And word mashed knowings , there abides a beauty that defies the

manifestation of creation , a beauty that defies the flight of imagination .

So find yourself a little rhythm and make up a simple rhyme

Crack open your sheltered heart and sing Love into this time.

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