At sunset, no truth-respecting man will say,
“This wearies me. It happens every day!”
Decency constraining him, he turns his mind
To sunset at the dawn of humankind.
At Eucharist, no Christian ever said,
“Nowadays we know it’s only bread.”
Truth is weighty when it’s not material,
And bears most weight when it’s most ethereal.
What man could see his wife, her flesh, her bone,
The memories of her mind, her changing tone,
And think, “Her beauty’s flown, seduced by Time,”
And so commit a heinous mental crime?
Essential symbols turn th’eternal wheel;
For mighty symbols every turn is Real.
Dayton, Ohio, 2011