Goodness

by CK

I was once in a long slumber,

feebly hearing voices feeble,

and struggling to awake --

til tonight, mind alight, in a quaint coffee shop,

I tasted heaven in a slice of cake.

I walked outside, a man at last alive,

and trod down mainstreet

across brick and concrete

past tall buildings

and a rocky river

and peoples of all

sizes, shapes, beliefs.

And I saw the Giver,

and his hands underneath.

The concrete beneath my feet

was good.

And the river that meandered

was good.

And the people who passed

were very good.

On the supposition (credo

quia absurdum)

that men are responsible for their philosophies,

I defy Plato.

For, I saw goodness as sign,
and goodness by design a taste of heaven.

Goodness, at last!
Goodness, near, within my grasp:
goodness in a slice of cake,

goodness in a blade of grass,
goodness, 'pon all things cast.