One Brief Moment

It took years

for my understanding to bloom

above the weeds that choked my reason—

 

years for my faith to become so small

it simply collapsed—

severed in one brief moment

like a tree trunk hacked slowly away by an ax.

 

As of today,

I will no longer be grateful to any first cause

that requires my prayer,

but to that first accumulation of cells

that took so long to evolve

into a consciousness that could examine

its own existence,

un-tethered

in the beautiful freedom of the cosmos—

 

not a single string attached

not a single flame to fear.

 

 

 

DeMaris Gaunt

11-26-11

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