When others suffer and no prayers appease,
How can I justify my life of ease?
I sit here peacefully to read and write
Aiming to find both insight and delight.
Is it enough to seek my further reaches
Through what philosophy or science teaches
And to enjoy the work and play of mind
While those less fortunate are left behind?
I'd like to say what's right is to excel
In that which I'm most suited to do well,
That talents are a gift to be employed
And doing well may justly be enjoyed.
But still, another verse or work of art
Should lift a sinking soul or heal a heart.