To Which Our Lives Aspire

Scatterer of stars on the black cloth of night,

I hear thy voice in the lightning's crack, the thunder's crash.

Besetter of all hopes to spur our human flight

In thee the warring factions meet, the nations clash

On blood-filled killing fields grievously die.

The cataclysm and the holocaust are thine

And thine the vision seen in dream and darkling sky

Sower of the seed that shall make earth divine,

Destroyer and creator, anarchist and king,

Crucible of love in whose eternal fire

All is cleansed: though to our animal past we cling

Thou art the ultimate to which our lives aspire.