Thus I Wrote

Man is a half formed thing
He holds hands to try make him whole
Born from the womb of the Earth
An adolescent, ignorant of his role

What question has been asked?
That Man must answer blind
With conquest, invention and chaos
Leaving many used men behind

We see much but not enough
Back billions of years we see
The construction of our universe
From the Big Bang using Relativity

At night I feel so small and helpless
Under the star-filled dark canopy
Will Man just sputter out with the Sun
Or find a way to echo in eternity?

I feel a wind rise at our back
It pushes us ever on
Through the darkness of our own night
To the hope of a new dawn

Ah…the universe doesn’t know
The truth of what’s beauty
The truth of what’s right.
It doesn’t know the future
It awaits our answer
As we compete and fight.

The answer we build together
From competition
From risks and duress.
And of the many who strive
Some will fail
Some will sow progress.

Our birth and death
Show we are links
In a millennial chain.
That we are but stardust…
We’re from the stars
And shall return again.