Friday, August 2, 2013


      I may be one among the last to live
      Before all hell breaks loose upon this Earth,
      Before we show what no God would forgive:
      Our negligence of what all life is worth.

      We’ve learned enough cosmology to know
      That out of absolutely nothing we—
      This universe that set our lives aglow—
      Emerged from some divine mentality.

      And yet a stupor has enveloped us,
      A spell of grandiosity and greed
      So that all portents now are ominous
      Unless we find out what we truly need:

           Implicit in our souls to realize
           In time—is that we can and must grow wise.