Immanence

What churches, prisons, feudal pyramids
 Possess in common is Authority.
Only the state's power, not the State, exists,
 And power is exchanged through you and me.
Our eyes, transfixed by prison walls, confuse
 The institution with the power it holds
Mixing correct use up with the abuse
 And sovereign love with the despot who scolds.
The immanent passes always before
 Unseeing eyes; it moves within our spheres
Yet renders false our thoughts of love and law.
 For complexity is not as it appears;
We see only power and lines of flight,
But curving through it all, the living Light.