To the Great Divine

To the Great Divine

 Through the swirling, shining cosmos, through space and time,  our souls ride a turbo train to find Her on tracks that seem to rhyme.  

Clickety clack, clickety whack, go the wheels that spin through nebulas, through the milky galaxies, to the end of the line, where we hope to find Her, the divine.

Galaxies orbiting their center of mass spin.   God’s Eye nebula watches all, and dark matter holds us all together, or so it seems.

God’s contractions, besides all the contradictions, lead us closer to Her with every clack of these trails of rails, railroad ties. and cosmic spikes.

A step out of line,

a shadow of a paper man,

with no substance, but has

bought a sizable existence,

can’t let go.  Misses his karmic ride.  There’s nothing

sadder than a man who does not matter.

This cosmic train keeps on rumbling, with its rhyme,

Clickety clack, clickety whack throughout the cosmos,  

in and out of time,

rushing to the Great Divine.

Somehow, we are

a part of that rocking rhythm,

we matrix life into earthly patterns,  Autumn into Winter,  Spring into Summer,

and God is there, within the water.

This train passes by the  lakes and streams, even rumbles through our indistinct dreams.

This tumbling, rumbling loco

motive travels through

the high rise towers, and the Bowery’s transient mass, through the abodes of the upper and the lower echelons.  Whatever happened to the middle class?

Through city blocks of broken bricks, and shimmering

bits of broken glass,

where once there was a soda factory.

Rumbles this cosmic engine, past rusting water towers of baby food canneries who stand as a monument to graffiti. 

This train goes by the gaseous stars,  goes on by the rusted Mars, where God might be in the water deep down under.

Still travelling by the asteroid fields

that might have been a broken moon.

Might we end up at Heaven's gate? Or,


between the worlds,

till we're rid of all our anger and our hate?

Our realities, blueprints, laid out from A to B,

a vector of our commonalities.

Our arrow spins,

‘Round and round you go!

Where you stop?  Nobody knows!’

A children's philosophy

of quantum realities,

as we travel down the line,

by small degrees.

A moment too soon,

we might only muddle through ramshackle ruins.

A moment too late,

and closed might be the pearly gates.

Stupefied, petrified, we stand at the edge of time,

trying to reconcile

our present with the past,

a last chance grasp,

to stay with You.

The scenery behind the glass

gives us a glimpse of buildings whose old porches tilt,

and are held up by shaky stilts.

Gently, so gently, this ride passes through so many empty streets

whose boarded up stores

lay at their feet.

A view of what's been,

and has come to be.

Behind the broken bones of what was once a building, a community garden is growing potatoes and leeks for their Homity.

A child in a red dress plays jacks upon the crumbling concrete.
What reality, what causality

will we embrace as we fly through outer space?

About Lisa Tremback

I started writing in Elementary school and was published in school and local newspapers. I graduated from Kishwaukee College with an A.A. in English and a certificate in Computer Operations. I later studied under the poet, Bill Knox, at Columbia College in Chicago. I have been published at Colorado State University's underground newspaper. I enjoy writing almost every day and love to write about my relationship with G-d.

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