Newton (with commentary)

'twas God's Wisdom to have such a sweet spirit

separated from mine in walled earthly time

simplicity canst bridge all breaches seas cause

to merge thine spirit to mine

“Newton”

'twas God's Wisdom to have such a sweet spirit
separated from mine in walled earthly time
simplicity canst bridge all breaches seas cause
to merge thine spirit to mine

“Newton”

'Twas God's Wisdom to have a sweet spirit
separated from mine in weighted earthly time
God hath bridged all breaches seas cause
To mesh thine spirit to mine.

Giant star o' mine
Where in the vast universe does God fix you!
What says His Word -- ALL is yours
No impossibilities -- your reward
Standing on gigantic shoulders true
As all Truthseekers do
Universe's vast sea before us
Finely-tuned, perfectly ordered -- beautiful
The Master Creator's Work of Art
The heavens and re-quantified time
Outside of time -- true
Absolutely divine
Like my Isaac you.
Never to be bound by
Limits of space, dimension or time
The re-emergence of two
Pre-existing minds
Bridging -- for every reaction there IS a reaction
Spanning every wall of time defined
Spirits interactions
Past the understanding of mankind
Glowing genius touching simplicity -- you know what to do
Shining smile touching uncertainty-- I'm seeing up to you
sparkling spirit touching spirit -- you feel me, too
Focussed, fiery face... -- such a lovely view
Touching the face of our Lord -- He's all dreams come true
Touching the very face of God -- He keeps filling full.

No hypotheses necessary.
Truth and Love abound.
The Cause of the matter
Of Beauty
Of Simplicity
Of Design
Of Spirit
Of Faith
Of Love
Of God
So Newton
You are ALL
Forever
In me.



copyright June 2007 All rights reserved

Nalita A.'s Comments

Remember the word association game?  If someone says "Newton" to me, my first thought is "neglected".  (Obviously, I am not from the science community.)    :-)    The second one is "invisible".  I would also add, "abandoned," "excluded," "dismissed," and "invisible."  Thank God, he finally came into his own in his middle years.

I remember Dale Carnegie stating in "How to Win Friends and Influence People",  that if the reader got nothing else out of the book, if the only result was that they begin to see things from the other guy's perspective, the book would have achieved its goal.  I believe -- I hope -- I have done that with Newton.

His genius was alarming, even frightening; it was a compensation for everything else he lacked in his life, clear up into his mid-forties, when -- at last -- "Principia". the greatest single book of science to date, was written.

I do wish that more had been written about his early life, but at least we know he wrote one poem, and it alone was enough to show how heartbroken he was.  Clearly, the poem indicated he would find no happiness until -- like Jesus -- he was crucified for the final time, departed, and with his God. No child should ever house those feelings within him/her, but he did.  

He came into the world, prematurely, fighting for his life, not expected to live.  "Mom" said he could fit inside a quart mug, father already dead, grandfather not close to him, obviously stepfather didn't want him around.  The evidence was in his early schooling  --  no signs of genius, but we all know he was a quantum genius.  Instead he was reclusive and didn't do well in early schooling.  These things, along with the family life would indicate to any Child Development expert what future patterns were likely.

He found his outlets in Mathematics, science, the Bible, Fluxions (Calculus), and so forth.  He compensated for not having a father by his relationship with the ultimate Father  --  God.  He did, "try it on" (as the British put it) with Katherine/Ann Storey for a minute, but who knows what went on/wrong there.  She didn't talk, except to say he only had a "passion" for her.  But it was those youthful days I wish I could learn more about, and don't; I get a sense of them, but speculation is wrong.  I tend to lend toward my intuitive, poetic spiritual powers -- as they are.

I hope you all enjoy the poem.  (Nalita)