Homogeneity
by Norm Holland 26.07.2006, changed 31.07.2006

Feedback

Tell a friend

Print

This life we live, is but a dream.
This Earth, which we imagine is our substantial home,
Is but a Phantom of our crazed dreams.
The original division twixt
God and man was a diaphanous veil,

But we, through our unthinking ways,
Have transformed it into an impenetrable wall.
If we would but think for a moment about our
Relationship with God, we would understand that,
He is not hidden from us, as we suppose.

It is an obstacle of our own making (our wall)
Which keeps Her from our view.
We need to understand that we,
Each one of us, is totally incapable of
Eternal progression without each other.

If I am the worst of sinners,
I need you who are a Saint.
If I am a Saint, I need you, the vilest of offenders,
To assist me in my quest for God.

Up is up and down is down.
Black is black and white is white;
Yet neither exists without the other.

What use is a body without a working brain?
What good is a heart without a body?
If all men were Doctors, who would sweep the streets?
If all were street-cleaners, who would heal the sick?

When we look to all mankind,
And see ourselves in every person we look upon,
It is then, that we know the truth of God’s creation!

We are like pieces from a jig-saw puzzle,
Seeking the other unique piece that fits our patterned form.
When all the various pieces are assembled into one
Homogeneous whole,
We become a true representation of
The original picture which the designer created.

We have the key, now, let us solve the puzzle.

[Editor's Note: This poem was written in 1993 and is published here with the author's permission. The image is of Harriet Andersson.]