ALIGNED WITH MIND
How did this vasty cosmos come to be,
This seeming endless universal sea?
Is there a singular controlling force,
Its guiding genius and its covert source:
Good Orderly Direction we’ve named “GOD,”
Personified as shepherd with a rod?
But pastoral imagery is not our mode
As in the days when huts were our abode.
Our brightest answer now is that it’s Mind
By which the whole shebang has been designed,
An intellect with which we are imbued,
Defining goals appropriately pursued.
Above all else, our mission’s to ensure
This grand experiment will long endure.
And thus with all eternity aligned,
While toward some latent destiny inclined
That introspectively may be divined.
Discovering for what you’re best designed,
Which latent talents need to be refined
And with whatever resources combined
Are topics worthiest to be opined.