The medieval matriarch of our clan, You labeled life as a Rite of passage from this land to the next Scorning the secular search for human happiness Like the Israelites or the chosen few, you stood on the summit Of Mt. Sinai and entered into a covenant with the Lord. While with pitchforks and metaphors from Pope's Essay On Man I attacked the notion of particular providence as presumptuous pride Hurling the sanctuaries of scriptures, the pages of preordained pasts In celestial compartments, like Zeus's deafening thunderbolts, They would burst with anguish and anger at being Fastened in prisoners' chains within puffy cumulus clouds The thorns of your tulips would prick and perforate sheets of damp darkness Rainfall were torrents of tears trickling down the cheeks of night. You believed in absolute truths from received authorities Like Locke's epistemology, I sought all knowledge through observation and experience Through Galileo's telescope, I viewed Voltaire and Montesquieu living in heaven Conversing beneath belts of the constellation of stars, they sat in Meditative lotus positions on floating carpets, like nightingales Nestled in the nirvana of the enlightenment. In the beginning of spring, I was like a squirrel emerging from this house of hibernation I cleared my chimneys by sweeping the lodged ashes of debris and smoke away Wiping the condensed water vapor covering the windows of the soul They were ubiquitous, the universal laws governing human nature Scientific discoveries and inventions, were more miraculous and Potent than the feats of professed prophets Sunlight shone on reason, not revelation as the rose of the second renaissance.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by the principles of the enlightenment which
looked to the laws governing nature as a means of inferring conclusions about the world.
Birth sign: Not entered
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