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To Man

Man, I see you…

I see you in your anguish and your pain. I see your heart reaching for love, and your soul longing to be free. I see you wrestle with your parts, that you might stand alone in your garden. I see the hope that lingers through the dark days. I see the faint print of wisdom that walked long ago. I see the courage of the craftsman as he builds with broken tools, and ache for him as each creation crumbles to dust. I see the agony of actions guided by misconception and lies. I see the foul ones as they prey upon the gullible good, and the desolation and despair that follow. I see the pain roll on, as though some remorseless refrain from some forgotten dirge impels the suffering, from father to son, and on down the long line of spellbound progeny. I see this and more, as man’s ignorance litters the path to his dreams.

But I see beyond this…

In the shrouded dawn I hear the call thundering across the mountains and plains. I see eternal warriors muster, their line form and their brotherhood rekindle. Something ancient and new breaches the minds of men, and the soul seeks again itself. The great door is opened and the light of truth shines through to the small dark places. A rumble rolls through the race of man, and the parched spirit reaches again for the cup. I see a new day. I see the timeless truth shining in the morning mist. I feel the quickening pulse of life as it rouses itself from slumber. And as the spring lifts all green things from the earth, to bloom in joy and infuse the world with wonder and beauty, so also is the soul of Man lifted. I see a race of new men rising from the old. I see our daughters bathed in the light of creation, and our sons roaming the stars. I see the universe held in our hands, and each of us dancing in eternity. 

I see this when I look at you, 

and I am filled with love.

Copyright © 2004

By Roger Buss

All Rights Reserved

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About The Author

Roger Buss was born in 1942 in Seattle, Washington. A lifelong Puget Sound area resident, until the early 1950s he and his family lived in a small house in Bremerton, Washington, at which time they moved back across the Sound to Seattle. Roger attended the Briscoe Memorial School for Boys in Kent, Washington through the 8^th grade, and at the age of 14 he began the study of philosophy when he encountered the writings of Thomas Aquinas. Upon graduating from Seattle’s Franklin High School in 1961, Roger escaped the projects on a basketball scholarship to Central Wash State University where he graduated with degrees in psychology, philosophy and sociology. Extending from his keen interest in philosophy and the mind, he became a Scientologist in 1967 and remains so to this day. He currently lives in Issaquah, Washington with his wife of 32 years, Annie.  A published poet, Roger has been writing for many years; his works uniformly reflecting his care and concern for his fellow man, as well as his grasp of man’s spiritual nature. In his own words: “My early training was in philosophy, but philosophic insights are often best expressed poetically; thus I prefer the poem, and occasionally the essay. I trust that what I write resonates with a truth you already possess. The race of man is in trouble. Influences mostly beyond his sight and grasp seek his detriment and ultimate enslavement. Let each of us speak and write the truth we know–therein lies the counter attack. The race of man is worth helping. I do what I can do. I write.”