Though it be filled with peril, harm and strife,
What greater miracle is there than life?
And such a marvel is vitality
We cannot penetrate its mystery.
What is this spirit that inspires us:
Our breath, our being, our bright animus,
As easily extinguished as a flame
And yet the pinnacle of Nature’s aim?
While we can’t fathom our essential spark
That briefly shines against eternal dark,
We may still praise the quintessential force
Engendering vital consciousness, our source,
And hope that, beyond time, eternity
Discovers to our souls its mystery.