Through a Narrow Pipe

 

Why should I look at a tree

Through colored glass?

I won’t!

Don’t make me do it;

Please don’t!

I would like to see the beauty of a tree

As it really is! Wouldn’t you?

Should I look at Mount Everest

Through a narrow pipe?

I won’t!

Don’t compel me to do it.

Please don’t!

I want to see the beauty of the snow peak

In its fullness! Don’t you?

I’d love to appreciate the workmanship

That is treasured in birds and butterflies

In the flowers and the stars;

The craftsmen and their creations

The masons and the monuments

They gave shape to! Wouldn’t you?

You want to rage the monuments

Because it was built by someone you dislike

Because you hate the concept it was born in

You detest the period of history when

It was formed?

You want to erase what time has engraved?

You want to compel me to agree. You can’t!

Let me alone, O Narrowness,

I am a free spirit flying over the universe

No cage can enslave me

An angel to sing of beauty and truth

And of goodness, reflected and radiated

All around the creation

We can all see. Can’t you?

Xavier Bage

Fri, Oct 27, 2017