Alchemy

My parents, Robert Franklin Spitzer and Dorothy Marie Hayes, on wedding day.

Alchemy

3/25/11

Once a medieval methodology aimed

at turning baser metals into gold

it still speaks to miraculous transfiguration

but in realms greater than mundane reality,

deeper, wider, more expansive, electric,

far reaching, than ancestors could have dreamed,

though they 'understood', were acutely aware of

invisible worlds inundating physical existence,

and here we are now as 'exploiters'

who take advantage of revolutionary science

but give no credit to unseen 'Source'

which allows humanity's inventive genius

no matter it's use or terrible consequence,

guns, bombs, nuclear power, satellites, computers,

traveling full spectrum in uncontrolled orgy

escalated toward destruction of beauty,

wholeness, common sense, wisdom, innate goodness,

threatening love of neighbor, self, Creation,

in cacophony that is maddening din,

yet, hope lies eternal in human DNA,

subconsciously aware of magnificent potential

our 'coming together' can fully realize,

manifested in small ways on daily basis

where myriad examples display remarkable synergy,

as what happens when two people of like minds,

spirits, hearts, embody alchemy of Mystery.