It’s hard to think there may not be a God
Who raised us from a lowly clump of sod
Investing us with such a noble mind,
The loftiest of every earthly kind.
Implicit in this vasty universe
Is the potential to make life disburse
As here on Earth it has so gloriously
Evolving its mental capacity
Until, in us, it reaches sapience
Or may, at last, if we can grow less dense,
Responding to our calling to grow wise
A destiny we’ve yet to realize.
Imagine what a wiser world would be—
Then work to make that our reality.