As science moved to the forefront of our thinking, God was gradually squeezed out . . . what we failed to notice was that, without God in whose image we are said to be created we lost our place of prominence in the order of things having meaning and direction; without God we are simply one of nature's products--without purpose or goal--expendable.
The Cross Unseen
Each age hews its crosses
Knowing not what it is doing.
The present does not judge
itself.
That is the destiny of the
future.
Only distance offers
perspective
While involvement is ever
shortsighted.
We invest our Pilates with
power
And command them to rule us.
They pass judgments forced
upon them
Then wash their hands.
Who then is responsible?
Where lies the greatest
blame?
The web of existence is
infinitely complex
And so great the number of
weavers!
Each mistake undetected, is
on all sides supported,
And multiplies itself a
thousandfold.
Only the magnitude of deicide
Can expose the flaw.
How many be the nameless
Lost in oblivion
Until the Christ is
sacrificed
Upon the cross of that flaw?
And when will He come?
And how will He be known?
Each time He is different--
Yet ever the same beneath the
appearances.
And always He is unknown
(Save to a few)
Until the deed is done
And time gives sight to the
involvement that was.
The slaughter of innocence,
The nameless unknown--
expended--to keep the flaw
hidden
Within the tangled web,
For its detection means
reordering
And the involvement demands
continuous action.
As complexity progresses,
Do not the centers of order
multiply?
Minor centers, radiating
around The Center
Raising a need for many
christs
The One, of the Whole,
Showing the pattern to the
parts?
Each age hews its crosses
Knowing not what it is doing.
Now, the countless unknown,
crucified with questions
Hang upon crosses of
meaninglessness and alienation.
From whence will come the
Christ
Whose sacrifice will
illuminate the flaw?
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