Bart Blog

I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day,
and heard behind me a great voice,
as of a trumpet,

It’s much more quiet these days.
Deities have gone silent.
We can hear everything when
the noise is gone.

The universe hums gently.
Our hearts thump relentlessly –
scared but curious.

We sing the same song as the universe.
We are here, and that matters
more than anything else.

Vision is clear, but we don’t see far.
Yet we are children left alone,
finally,
to learn about the world
on our own rules.

It has colors and textures,
makes sounds, moves,
vibrates, is warm – very warm –
or very cold. There is light
and darkness, and void,
or crushing pressure.

Everything is there.
For us.

We did not deserve it.
But we got it, and
it’s here to stay.

We are stranded,
so far, in a place distant
from everything – so we think.
But we often think wrong.

A prison for our own safety –
maybe this is how
we are still here,
or maybe it just buys us time.

Maybe it is true
and we are here only to observe.
Maybe the distance is what
makes it safe.

Still, the view is marvelous,
even if we don’t know
what we are looking at yet.

And there is joy in every second.