Wednesday, December 16, 2015

THE GOAL



Stirring deep within the dark tank of matter,
The spark of life begins to glow,
And the drumming, faint, of raindrop patter,
Excites the seed that wants to grow.

Like sunlight bursting through dark clouds,
Heralding hints of future glory,
Cells divide to become swelling crowds,
And start the never-ending story

As ancient as the blinking stars,
As new as Adam’s very first breath,
Reaching through the prison bars
Of endless pain, of birth and death,

We must, we must, forever strive
Against the crush of entropy,
To keep the Soul’s promises alive
To overcome the tyranny,

To escape this heavy Earth of ours,
And free our caged soul
To soar beyond the distant stars,
To each the highest goal:

The Goal was set before the start
Of whirling clouds of cosmic dust,
Glowing deep within the heart
Of every spark of human trust.

To know all there is to know,
To see all there is to see,
To grow all there is to grow,

To be all there is to be!

Edward R. Close, 12/16/2015

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