Yesterday, we were
Today, we are
Tomorrow, an uncertainty,
A dream to be.
As for man,
A blade of grass
When the wind passes
He vanishes, his memory naught
We dance with abandon,
Our feet serenading –
The sands of time,
The grand old serpent
Ever curious and thirsty
We’ve claimed this rock
Named and maimed
The things therein.
In singularity we trust
The spirit of the new world
Man’s firstborn, deified
His tower of Babel
Abaddon, banished –
With the quiver of immortality
God’s had his word –
But now we know
The tree of knowledge divined,
The morning star smiled –
Unfurled the laws of nature
Beauty beyond the eye
Math our adopted father
Physics our adopted mother
Their children, our guardian angels
We thirst for their benevolence
Erudite and sapient
He scoffs at the old book
It’s author, a fractured myth
It’s messenger, delusional
He gazed into the night
His palm stretched out
Reaching for the stars
This rock was not enough
Beyond the outfield
Stood a lone figure
His presence
Indescribable
lightning paled
Science failed
Measureless, limitless
Unceasing passion
A mother’s tear
A father’s longing
A husband in love
Patience untold
When knowledge failed
Wisdom prevailed
Where evidence faltered
The heart feels –
what the eyes don’t see
His invisible image –
Clear as daylight
Storms through –
The heart that discerns
Life Less Ordinary 