Poem March 9, 1981 Issue

Exploring the spiritual cosmos

DAVID G. MUTCH

Earthlings we,
if,
holding to blind theories,
we grant
energy material form,
unintelligence a cranny,
life without God.

Immortals we,
when,
hang-gliding in Spirit,
we prove
Love's will done,
Mind's bright knowing,
Life's allness.

Mortality looms.
We are not stellar dust,
doomed by finite senses.
Kick free!
Soar to what is!

DAVID G. MUTCH

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