Saturday, December 20, 2014

Human Sentience

Human sentience is like atmosphere –
relentlessly unquestioned, it permits us
our experience of “here.” Nothing comes

to us except through its commanding sphere.
It is the dearest gift we know of genesis:
its nemesis, and ours, would be its absence.

The nearly daily consummation of our greatest
fear comes when we see it suddenly appear
to snuff out into nothingness. So we revere

all breath. I wonder if this means that God
is not a sweet benign omniscience: I wonder
if we secretly believe that God is death.


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