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