On Being Human

Being born with all the tools

To shape the future of the earth

Brings a certain cross to bear

Of wardenship and agency.

 

And though we often falter in

Achieving our true worth, 

We cannot hide from or deride

Profound responsibility.

 

We are but a trifle,

A brief cycle in the span of time,

But while we’re here it should be clear,

We are accountable.

We can despoil or we can flourish

In this peerless paradigm

As we leave behind a legacy

That’s pure and proud and full.

 

Earth is not our toy to play with

Then just toss away.

It is home and sanctuary

Each and every day.