Lay Upon the Cosmic Hand
Into the mysteries of life you navigate by the compass of your ambitions, aware that any path you
choose may speak of love or may assault your soul with the spears of failure and rejection. It’s mostly
a lonely journey wherever goes the heart given the push and pull of energies you feel from others, and
the decision you must make to grasp me that seeks you. I am not discovered easily, but I am found
when you are ready. The quest provides clues to its own truth because the answer already exists in
the realm of divine occurrences. The paradox is a noble one, for the only certitude you can postulate
is incertitude. Love cannot be defined or encapsulated in any manner more than you can ever seize by
the limits of your own imagination. All that is really known is that the unknown is a vast repository
of possibilities and probabilities. But it will always extend into an infinity that your mortal life cannot
encompass. There, beyond the reach of a human hand I lay upon the cosmic hand, a mystery that
hints of the known yet often provokes consternation with riddles. Such mysteries of the need for love.
Copyright © 2019, Joseph Civitella.