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1. RonPrice
   comment by RonPrice | 2007/03/13 at 14:25:02

   Simple, solid, clear and heart felt. The poetry in your collection celebrates the construction of the Arc on Mt. Carmel and your poems have a beauty suited to the beauty of Mt Carmel and a fitting tribute to the celebration of the opening of the terraces in 2001. You might like these two little pieces about the same topic from a different perspective. Just delete them if they does not suit your taste.

   DYNAMIC SYNCHRONIZATION

   By the early 1990s the Arc Project was making large holes in the side of Mt. Carmel. During this same period of time, in 1993, the Hubble Spacecraft was fixed in the heavens. As the Arc Project headed to completion in 2000 and 2001, Hubble sent back data that allowed astrophysicists to determine with some accuracy the age of the universe at 12 billion years. Some 40,000 galaxies could be observed in the sky behind a curvature the size of a grain of sand and there was a vast increase in the knowledge of the origins of stars. The Sun and the Moon were also studied during the construction of the Arc Project telling us much more about these heavenly bodies. The Sun’s polar regions were investigated during this period. Asteroids and comets were also examined in more detail than ever before. Mars and Saturn also came under the astronomers’ microscopes. —Ron Price with thanks to The Internet: Planetary Science Spacecraft, 24 June 2002.

   They (1) said we stood on the threshold
   of the last decade
   of the radiant twentieth century.
   The prospects were dazzling:
   little did we know
   we’d be able to go back
   and see our origins
   12 billion years ago.
   Yes, there was an acceleration
   of spiritual forces then
   as May 1992 approached.
   The suddenness, the speeding-up,
   the transformational impact
   on my poetic output,
   the new feelings of delight
   on the dry soil of my heart
   and a certain bewilderment
   which I have been trying
   to understand since those
   winter months when
   it really began, (2)
   made me slowly realize
   that, at last, I could
   not do everything
   on this long, slippery
   and tortuous path
   as that dynamic synchronization
   at last approached.

   1: The Universal House of Justice, Ridvan Message 1990.
   2: In the winter months of June to August 1992 I wrote 35 poems, the precursors to an immense poetic unfolding of about 600 poems each year for the next ten years: 1992-2002.

   27 June 2002

   THE ALPHABET OF HOMECOMING

   In the months surrounding the opening of the Terraces on Mt. Carmel, March to July 2001, astrophysicists studied the second gamma ray explosion of 22 February 2001. They concluded that in the constant stream of light and energy that constituted this explosion they had seen the nursery for the first stars, the first huge clouds of gas and dust. Stars lived and died in this nursery. Black holes were formed in this same period that astrophysicists called associated with what they called ‘the cosmic dark ages.’ This gamma ray explosion was, in fact, the biggest bang thusfar discovered in the universe. It gave astronomers a window to our distant universe and to how our first stars were formed. It was from these first stars that all our matter, all the elements in the periodic table that we now know, have their origin. —Ron Price with thanks to “Catalyst,” ABC TV, 8:00-8:30 pm., 5 April 2002.

   It’s more than just coincidence
   that we got our first big handle
   on the origins of the first stars
   just at that very time on earth
   that the first system for earth,
   the first world Order finally
   was given its first outer form
   in a brilliant Arc
   of buildings and gardens
   on God’s holy mountain,
   a rocky hill, Carmel’s bony spine.
   For as a poet said:
   …confident stars
   form new configurations,
   effortlessly shaping themselves
   into the alphabet of homecoming. (1)
   It is not enough to marvel.
   The universe asks more.
   Let the searchers, drowned,
   who look and stare in wonder,
   tell us why, returning
   from their telescopic haunts,
   we stand, wistful in our chairs,
   far from those stars and awe.

   1: Roger White, Notes Postmarked The Mountain of God, New Leaf Pub., Richmond, BC, 1992, p.3.

   4 April 2002

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