Wednesday, July 1, 2015


               How all this came to be inspires awe:
               This world, this life, this consciousness, this wonder,
               And yet for all our glory we’ve a flaw,
               Which makes one think our Maker made a blunder.

               Or is it, rather, we’ve a way to go
               And have implicit purpose to reveal
               And that our species is designed to grow
               Displaying virtues errors now conceal?

               Adventure seems the purpose of it all
               And revelation of some destiny
               Implicit in the first creatures to crawl
               Now manifesting in humanity.

                    If we shall truly realize our end,
                    There’re glaring errors humans must transcend.