Tuesday, March 5, 2013


   It’s nothing less than marvelous that we
   And all the Universe have come to be,
   And yet so easily we take this all
   For granted—cosmic wonders great and small.

   Of countless ways in which we are mistaken,
   We have no greater need than to awaken
   From that dull slumber shuttering our minds,
   Like houses locked and sealed with window blinds.

   How may we come at long, long last to find
   That vision for which humans are designed:
   Learning to see the cosmos as a whole
   Then in that grand scheme recognize our role?

        Surely we are no random accident,
        And there’s a purpose for which we are meant.