The quintessence of love’s sweet refrain,
enamors all in nature’s reign,
aligned within a purposeful omniscient mind,
for all that is and was and will be, sublime.
For our fleeting life and view,
is but a blink within reality forging the new,
so many tangents of spouting, virile life,
so many planes of an existence plight.
Yet we are so drawn to our own fate,
so blinded to all that life and love permeates,
and in our petty wills and striving,
we lose ourselves, our souls barely surviving.
For contention is the mask of sentient fear,
inherent perhaps but in manifest a source of endless tears,
and no closer we find ourselves to meaning, purpose,
when narrow perspective limits life and service.
If we cannot abide by love’s grace,
what hope in an endless universe can we take,
if we cannot find love and respect for one another,
what place do we have in an existence we smother.
What worth from another world view, are we humans,
when death and hatred dominates our purpose,
and do we deserve to be within an existence,
when all we demonstrate is perpetual resistance?
Humanity, stricken with evil intentions,
shows little potential, little hope of ascension,
our warring and persecution a base primal urge,
that has no place in an evolving race,
the wrongs to be purged.
Whoever watches with interest and hope,
must surely be tempted to end our short rope,
for who can see the chance of peace,
the reconciliation of our species,
the redemption of sins, our souls released?