Stephen is a web developer, Bahá'í, and interfaith activist in St. Paul, Minnesota. He likes to write about religion, social justice, sustainability, science, programming, &c.

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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003

Earthbound, Clayword

Number 162

December 28, 2002

First and last of a brief year;
     Oh muse lend expression of the seer
To some man of power in the world,
     That we through him may not be hurled
To the great doom that surely awaits
     At path's end when we open the gates—
Revealing gifts of the box of Deus.

Long ago the gifts were unveiled,
     As too with that seer's glorious tale.
Kindled lamp blazing, the mirror we
     Flipped up so contentedly,
Discerning never what lies behind,
     Ever back and forwards roams the mind—
Missing the guidance laid afore us.

Not as thespians or aristocrats
     But as farmers, teachers and diplomats,
We turning must arise for to act
     What small part that can be hacked
From Mother's nature, Father's nurture,
     And whatsoever sort of vesture—
To pull equal wings back from the dust.