From Unnamed Stars

The columns of Corinth modelled from a leaf,

Who fashioned the scarab and the butterfly

To grace the human form with their mystique?

The flowers bedeck the graves of those who die

Accepting at last death's insistent call.

Our poetry is sorrow-filled for few

Can sing of sunlit paths with tongues of bliss

Announcing not the death of things but strew

With flooding light the battered shores of time.

The sage, the visionary and the seer

Prophets all of all that is to be

Bring down a fire, the change that most men fear

As demons dread the truth that in us grows.

I look now at the pain on Nature's face

But witness too the buds that break in Spring

And know that we but glimpse a fleeting trace

Of love that shall at last begin His reign

And beauty promised by the avatars

When first life blossomed in the quickened earth

And man leaped down to birth from unnamed stars.