Sunday, April 5, 2015


            Good Orderly Direction brought us forth
            And aimed us at the Pole Star in the north—
            We’re meant to take direction from the skies,
            Treading the arduous route toward growing wise.

            Though some choose to personify this Source
            As the godly Director of our course,
            Others more abstractly call it mind
            At large, with which it’s best to grow aligned.

            Whichever way, we’re not without intent,
            And though we’re free to go awry, grow bent
            And fail to find good purpose in our lives,
            It’s love toward which the saintly seeker strives.

                 The Mind that made the cosmos leaves us free
                 To choose to be as kind as we can be.