Thursday, May 29, 2014


     The Wonder, O, the Miracle of life—
     our consciousness of splendor and of strife
     and the extremes of ecstasy and terror
     when we’ve soared right or plummeted in error!
     Such is our vagrant lot as humankind:
     sometimes the visionary, sometimes blind,
     exploring and inventing beyond bounds—
     in whom at best amazing grace redounds;
     but yet at worst, a vile monstrosity
     devoid of love, of light, of sympathy.
     What hope is there we may in time grow wise
     before our folly’s fouled this enterprise
     of life on Earth, this miracle of birth,
     in all the universe of highest worth?