Friday, July 31, 2015


                    We’ve been potential in the universe
                    Since the shebang first burst into its being
                    Awaiting that bright time it would disburse
                    Creatures like us born capable of seeing,
                    Who’d ultimately grow to comprehend
                    The Cosmos with our sciences and wit
                    Predicting even where it all might tend
                    And where in its progression we might fit.
                    Our challenge is to keep our heads on straight
                    For our propensity is to grow bent
                    Turned from good ends by jealousy and hate
                    That undermine our loving sentiment.
                        For amity and peace long to endure
                        Depends on whether humans can mature.