THE QUICKENING
(We shall all be changed)

We are more than this, 
heavy hanging flesh
More than do or die or buy or sell
This form is but a shell.

From the fallen place 
we must advance
From the miry clay 
with a second chance:
The Designer's blueprint, 
like a flower unfolds
Stirred by a trumpet sound
beyond the comfort zone
to see what can be found.

Glandular trigger fires
electronic signals to the brain
instructions for strange missions
and potentials explained
The genetic code unfolds
quantum leapfrog for the soul.

 "The one hundredth monkey"
washes his sandy sweet potatoes
pn the shores of tomorrow.
Across the world gentle heart explosions
force the veil from long clouded eyes
 Judgment for the wicked
revelation for the wise.

Quickened in a master flash
to pace the speed of light
molecules dance a jig
to escape the soul's dark night;
Matter translates to energy
now we glimpse what we shall be
Body like an overcoat
waits to be set free.

Metamorphosis: we are more than this
bursting from the chrysalis
a mirror to God's face.
Back to the garden to see
If we can pass the knowledge tree
and taste of life abundantly.
We are more than this, 
heavy hanging flesh
More than do or die or buy or sell
this form is but a shell.
	- Keith Newman (1979-98)