ODE: to the Infinite, the Finite & Our Foolishness
Life’s bitter irony is that we believe we benefit
from that which gives us but physical, material delight,
as though nothing exists except all that’s felt, heard or in sight
while we fail to feed that for which our souls are desperate,
to concern ourselves with what really should count—the infinite;
it’s an act we’ll continue till it’s all too late and despite
the real instinct within us we ignore is actually right,
regardless of the fact life’s contents are so inadequate.
Yet knowing these truths, one still stubbornly clings onto life tight
likely because only the physical appears definite;
one’s concerns over the material prolongs the tough fight,
a vicious mind cycle requiring a barbiturate
as one places the Great Hereafter far behind the finite,
since such skewed core values are but all that one’s mind will permit.
Frank G. Sterle, Jr.
White Rock, B.C., Canada