Wednesday, April 23, 2008


In many ways I’m blessed and fortunate
That go beyond desert or what I’m owed;
I cannot say I’ve earned by native wit
Or plucky grit what Fortune has bestowed.

It’s mainly luck and chance, the roll of dice,
That gave me what advantages I’ve won;
It’s not so much my virtue or my vice
That makes my lot, but what the Fates have spun.

Which is to say that justice plays no part
In how the universe now operates
By modern theories: it has no heart,
No soul, no calculus of loves and hates.

Yet still we yearn for justice and what’s right,
Which shows we can ascend to moral height.