Table

God is part of
Everything,
But all things
Are not God.
An IDEA
May be perfect,
The execution
Flawed.
A patio table
I once built
Has succumbed
To winter rains
And crumbled
Into kindling,
But tableNESS
Remains.
The blueprint,
The IDEA,
And the Form live
Unimpaired.
The IDEA still
Is perfect
And forever
To be shared.
So Daedalus,
The father,
Of wax and feathers
Fashioned wings.
They worked!
There is perfection
In the DESIGN
Of things.
But the world
Isn’t perfect,
And when the wings
Were done,
Son Icarus,
The executor,
Flew too near
The Sun.
So God
Our Father’s plan
Was perfect,
But as
Church fathers tell,
Son Jesus executed it,
And perfect Eden fell.
Nor could Jesus
Save Himself,
And as He was
Succumbing,
Spoke to His
Weeping followers
Of a Second Coming.
Then every child
In his birth
May be the
Son of Man,
As near perfection
As allowed,
In God
The Father’s plan.
That Father
Is in each of us,
But we forgot
His plan somehow.
We even once
Could name Him,
Thee, Thy,
Thine, and Thou.
In this abandoned
Grammar,
What else
Have we forgone?
The sacred thing
That is our Neighbor?
The Holiness of
Everyone?
Consider then
The Hindu
Who greets
His neighbor
With a bow.
Hands pressed
In prayer,
He’s honoring
The deity, the THOU.
The Plan of Man
Is perfect;
The IDEA
Is essential.
If you’re not the
Second Coming,
You have
Divine potential.
We’re the fount
Of all IDEAs,
And posterity
Will find
A patrimony
And a legacy
In works
We leave behind.
So be a
Grand creator too...
Be executions flawed.
Bring the best
That’s in you,
For you are
Part of God.
Idea is perfect;
Flesh is weak.
Be kind to everyone.
Pray for them;
Pray for yourself,
And fly not
Near the Sun.
TableNESS is perfect;
Wood will soon decay.
IDEA is immortal;
Table cannot stay.
And when
Your table crumbles,
As Jesus crumbled too,
The indestructible IDEA
Past time persists
Of YOU.
Our Carpenter,
From tableNESS
Resurrects
The thing with ease;
The pattern and idea
Are the immortal keys.
Yea, from the table
Of your memory
Wipe away all
Trivial fond records,
For meet it is
You set it down
And memorize
The words.
Your soul,
Your spirit, and
Your legacy remain...
Perfect in Creation
Past winter
Wind and rain.