Torsade Literary Space Wonderfully Made (poem)
Wonderfully Made
The psalmist makes good report of himself
God sighs that the trick of vision could not be worked
When the heavy-brained article came to move and apprehend
He had hoped praise, in parlance, would mean humility
But what do things mean? It has feet to carry it here and there
Eyes to see and ears to hear. It has…that gift that in the engineering
God was willing they understand as linear…
For pathways as He recognizes them
Trace their chronology, and the order of the astronomical web
Expands itself exactly as laid
The bolt flies all in a trice…so that each bad choice
Shows plain, going through time, thirty years…fifty years
Which is to say, no time at all. This erring figure of man or woman…
And for their sake, again, he’d thought of lightening burdens
Why should it prove in their nature to strongarm?
They have been provided for
A father can’t do everything
His garden is all the gardens of the world
He’d always meant His creations to progress
And when they needed particular help, to ask
Why so beset by fear and greed?
Why, are these future-sensed ones so inherently evil?
He’d tried the experiment, sending a part of himself to tell them twice
To explain, by a face they would know, that they would always
Be Provided For
They wanted more
Wonderfully Made
From Superstition the Pendulum
You Have an Enemy
(2020, Stephanie Foster)