First Cause Of Motion
Poem By Sharon L. Petek
All that exists in Time of Space
Is as real or unreal as you think;
For the Unmoved Mover does not waste,
Divine Energy hurled towards the brink.
Where earthquakes tremble and waters range,
Or Men die a conscious death;
The Unmoved Mover does not change
One motion, one word, nor a breath.
Man scurries hither to and from,
Succumbing daily to fear and pain.
The Unmoved Mover does not come
For either a loss or a gain.
Impartial, from within us deep,
There is no judgement, guilt or blame;
The Unmoved Mover we ignore, yet keep,
Silently observes the Play of Life's Game.