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.