Distorted Perfection

I've been thinking a lot these last few weeks about how imperfect I am, and how my perception of things is so imperfect. Going along with the epistemology, I have found myself trying to find truth in all the places I look. I have found myself relating to Galileo in a lot of ways. He didn't know everything, but he tried to learn new things and understand the universe more perfectly. This is exactly what I feel I need to be doing more in my life.

I also find myself getting somewhat depressed as I think about how dark the world is. This Sunday I was finally able to express all those feelings in the form of a poem. This poem might focus on the more depressing side of things. But it is mostly about how everything, even darkness and pain, can reflect true perfection.

Distorted Perfection

A fire dances on the ground, 

The darkened forest makes no sound, 

The sky is pricked with pins of light,

And the lake reflects them to my sight.

The water moves with a calm grace.

As I glance down and glimpse my face,

I try to look past the distorted reflection,

I wonder if I'm able to gain perfection.

This forest world is shadow filled, 

The darkness breaks what'er I build. 

Light and truth are seldom found, 

In a forest with no wholesome sound. 

Upon this earth is nothing worthy, 

Of any form of transcendent glory, 

But from the twilight I lift my eyes, 

And perceive the stars upon the skies...

I see light and truth reflected clear,

And now to heaven I draw near! 

The darkened shadows of the earth, 

Are small when next to the stars rich mirth. 

The fire here echos the fire in my heart, 

The heaven above is but a small part,

Of the beauty and glory of our loving King,

And is only reflecting the light He brings.

This world of shadows and darkness and sin,

Is only a distortion of the great light within,

Lake and fire and forest and star,

Are simply God's tools to prove who we are.