SANITY

                    Though all of us are human, being humane’s
                    A state we conscientiously attain
                    By showing love and choosing to refrain
                    From actions our commandments don’t ordain,
                    From all that is self-serving, loveless, vain
                    And likely to cause others woe and pain:
                    Our human quest is to remove the stain
                    Of sin and truly demonstrate we’re sane.

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TAKE CARE

                    Oh, is it not amazing that we’re here—
                    That human life and consciousness emerged
                    From stardust and this planet’s atmosphere
                    By some mysterious designer urged?
                    There is a Force, a Source, Intelligence
                    Defining and directing this whole course,
                    A universal architect immense
                    Whom we have every reason to endorse,
                    And doing so, we may the more align
                   Ourselves with what is latent in the plan
                   And work to realize the grand design
                   And full potential of our species—Man.
                        No mindless randomness could have made us,
                        Though without care, our future’s ominous.

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SPRING LANE







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SPIRIT

                  Your spirit is a function of your breath
                   Without which there’ll be nothing but your death. 

                   What makes you animate and keeps you whole
                   Is that which we have come to call the soul:

                  The source of our vitality—our life,
                  And what makes goodness, truth and beauty rife.

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SONNETEER

                    Is who I am who I was meant to be?
                    Was I implanted with a destiny
                    My course of life’s intended to fulfill
                    According to some supernatural will?

                    Is there some hidden implicate design
                    With which my soul’s expected to align?
                    If so, then I suppose my calling is
                    To do what I am doing writing this.

                    For years now I’ve begun most every day
                    Discovering what the Muse would have me say
                    And capturing it in verse that makes a song
                    Precisely fourteen lines of iambs long.

                        The evidence of this is plainly here:
                        That I’m essentially a sonneteer.

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TWILIGHT







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 GUIDANCE

                   Suppose some others have their eyes on us
                   From elsewhere distant in this galaxy
                   Now judging us a minus or a plus,
                   A failed attempt or hopeful prodigy.

                   Let’s say they come because they see some hope
                   That with good counsel we may yet achieve
                   Advancements of a visionary scope,
                   Successes we as yet cannot conceive.

                   But then, this may have happened long ago,
                   And we’ve already met this messenger
                   Whose wise and holy counsel we’ve been slow
                   To follow but sad waywardness prefer.

                        That visionary guidance from above
                        Reveals the way to happiness is love.

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