the Multiverse

O Lord !
Watching your dawn
Over the hills,
So fills me up,
There is  no room
For sound or thought.

All I feel in here
Is fullness of creation,
A full prayerful joy,
A full joyful peace.

But why then
O Lord,
It is so different at dusk.
The mood is prayerful,
But carries the burden
Of a heavy void
Like a Black Hole singularity.

And the spirit tries
To reach through it,
To another forgotten Universe
That branched out early.

For it has heard that there exist
Out there other copies of mine,
Out there somewhere

Beyond the Milky way.

My spirit has heard that

The roads I did not take,
The choices I did not make,
My  many copies

Work them out,
In many Universes,
Beyond the starry night.

The Multiverse,
If  it exists,
Knocks the bottom out of
All human regrets,
For the roads not taken,
For the choices not made

For the words not  said.  

Does it  suggest why

The good and the bad,
The ugly and the beautiful,
The pleasant and the unpleasant,
The holy and the profane,
Exist at once in the same creation,

Exist at the same moment,
Close as the breadth of our skin.
Exist at once in the smiling eyes,
Of the Earth Mother at dawn,
Holding all contradictions,

In the colour of Her cheek,
In the bell of her toe,
In the corner of Her smile.

O Lord !
Like at dawn
When my spirit
Is conscious
Of the whole of creation,

Let it also at dusk be Conscious
Of all my many copies.
To learn and be reminded,
That, it is THIS Universe
My other copies fervently long,
Just as THIS copy yearns for THEIRS.

So conserve O Lord,
My mind’s Eye,
To see your crimson dawns,
And allow me to carry the
Vision all day,
Into the flaming sunsets,
Past the dark cloud at dusk,
Into the restful night,
To wake up fresh
To be blessed
By another dawn.