Wednesday, May 18, 2016


                    “The glory, jest and riddle of the world”—
                     So Alexander Pope once summed us up,
                    “Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl’d”
                     Saintly at times, but oftener corrupt.

                     For all the wonders of our brains’ invention
                     That have indeed propelled us into space,
                     We’re rarely pure in our intention
                     And, like as not, we plunge into disgrace.

                     While many strive to lift humanity
                     To lofty eminence through worthy deeds,
                     We suffer from innate insanity,
                     And so it’s rare such holiness succeeds.

                          While many now envision a New Age,
                          It’s only via love we’ll reach that stage.