Monday, May 4, 2015


               That we are here upon this precious Earth
               Amidst the mysteries of our Cosmos’ girth,
               Alone, for all we know, as living souls
               Uniquely conscious though without clear goals,
               Is something, nonetheless, to contemplate:
               We’ve boundless curiosity to sate.

               It was somehow implicit in the plan
               That cosmogenesis would lead to man;
               Then, if so, doubtless, to life otherwhere,
               Though it be galaxies away and rare:
               Such calibrations can’t be accident
               But show a cosmological intent.

                    Although our cosmic Source remains in haze,
                    It’s something, doubtless, worthy of our praise.