Thursday, December 27, 2012


      The human frontier most imperative to cross
      And territory to at last attain
      Is that one which our ancient fabled loss
      Of Paradise requires we now regain.

      Serenity, sufficiency and love,
      What well-nursed babies feel in infant bliss,
      Is what we lose and feel least certain of
      In later years, confronting the abyss.

      Yet death itself, our dreaded, destined fate
      That casts its pall on joy and innocence,
      Can still inspire those able to create
      A surrogate that’s equally intense.

          What came at first unbidden and bestowed
          We may now freely give, because it’s owed.