Future Past
Greetings from a far away land
Where the sun shines brightly
And my worries seem less troublesome somehow
I bathe myself in the warmth of the sun
And cast my eyes on the beauty of the ocean
and the shore
Admiring its perfection
It seems a dream become reality
I smile and place less pleasant thoughts
at a comfortable distance
And so immerse myself in the beauty of the moment
of now in this place and time
And thus it is possible for my spirit to soar
high above the earth
Looking down, I gain perspective
On my life
My closest friends spread far and wide
And all souls on this tiny planet
at the edge of a far-flung galaxy
I step outside of time
And looking back . . .
Gaze unblinking at the rise and fall of civilizations
on this planet
And now, not blind,
disagree with the threatening of others
as a means to survival
Seeing this leads to chaos and loss
I decide not to be with those who,
bent on their own destruction,
ridicule man's better side
But claim as my friends
those who help those around them
if only through a smile
And I recognize apathy in the advice that
man cannot significantly better himself
but must suffer along through life as best he can
Rather, I look down and see a possible future
brightly lit, although dimly seen
As if remembering some long past civilization
And glean that life need not be a gruesome trial
of successive disappointments
But can be a time of growth
In which the games played are not against our fellows,
that we might win and they might lose
But rather a game for the ascension of our fellows
over life's barriers
In which our sometimes boredom with life
passes into a constancy of interest
And we create a future perhaps worthy
of man's enthusiasm
And we begin to perceive that man is not a beast at all
but a being with magical qualities
Some pass into a new plane of existence
And those come back to help their fellows out.
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1982 |