Monday, July 4, 2016


                      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.