"Task"


In legend, forethought, characterized Prometheuas,
         is praised for the dawning acts of man.
Yet one magic swirling of the mind, beautiful
         and cherished, may emptily wane.
But to share this thought, this ethereal
         breath of consciousness, is the blessing.
Nature's progressive effort, that deepens
         the glory of our existing.

And upon this rock of communication
         lay all the trappings of man
That surpass the feeble struggles
         of a single pair of hands.
Oh to sing the praise of man's physical
         works, an eternal task of delight.
But I stand to speak of inner things,
         love, hope, wonder, and perhaps,
                 higher light.