Poem April 21, 1980 Issue

One process

CAROL CHAPIN LINDSEY

Have we, like Cadmus, sown dragon's teeth?
As each material method proliferates in others,
is humanity
caught in its own net—
swept away, swallowed up
by its own inventions?

The process of God, of Mind,
is instantaneous presence, power, and knowing,
establishing the dominance of good—its allness.
Christ Jesus understood.
His healings outstripped technology
in complex transformation and sheer speed.

Spirit is its own conveyance
within the boundlessness of God's infinitude.
Our work:
subtracting substance, life, intelligence, and might
from matter (where they never were)
and giving them to Spirit (where they've always been).

CAROL CHAPIN LINDSEY

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