A Heathen Liturgy
why does universe whisper that there is no final destination?
no matter how powerful, words a real universe cannot build
a blue-green world held in tight thrall by a star and surrounding system
we are made from the materials which our environment provides
an existence spent orbiting source of our ability to be
we are imperfect beings within a non-judgmental universe
we carry the greatest power in this universe: evolution
human evolution is built by humans not predestination
this human tale of fear, genocide, heartbreak, evil and much progress
as if different ways of being and thinking have no right to be
accept it or not, we are all bound together in this existence
human consciousness is a gift from evolution, not a burden
the more we understand, more is capable of being understood
if it does nothing to enhance existence, what then is its purpose?
what meaning there is in existence, humanity must bring to it
we may triumph over death by living life to its fullest extent
does the value of being lie within improving human being?
humans have evolved to become the top predator on this planet
in world of constant battles, too often unable to pick our fights
Why do groups claiming stakes in our well-being reap their profits from us?
no need to climb up the mountain to discover what is just and right
existence is precious, all else is a lesser consideration
what strange beauty, contradiction and wonder, our universe contains
through imagination we may discover that which does not exist
humans can't separate themselves from being part of this universe
we exist in a technicolor dream world clouded by confusion
everything in universe is capable of a different states
searching for truth and justice in darkness soon becomes its own virtue
our universe needs no intermediaries to share its intent
the point of being always is ours to determine and define
will human willingness to become misled be our final downfall?
what progress has wrought, our universe will one day render obsolete
our universe does not favor, judge or guess, it reacts to conditions
the meaning of being is ours to investigate and determine
through the lightning of our load, we shall be able to travel faster
may prayer be contemplation of our universe and place in it
the true debt owed is our generation's debt to the human future
Copyright © Ng Rippel | Year Posted 2022
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