A Legacy of Love

I would leave a legacy of love

Regarding the evolutionary scale.

Is not the worm the body of God as well

Working in the earth from which we feed,

Among swift-flighted singers that trim the air,

The silent beasts whose hearts beat one with mine,

Children in whose glow the years depart

To leave me youthful in an ageless frame,

And men and women whose presence lifts my soul?

All things are most divine and none are less

Nor more divine to the seeing eye,

The Beacon who guides this ship of self to light.