If beauty and truth were daily manifests
would not our lives be filled with unbounded joy?
Snarling vice and unbridled greed,
alien entities, vicious assassins, unbidden killers:
stark realities in our world gone mad.

Hate crowds out love
Don’t feed that snarling flame.

Perfume the air of your souls
      with the fragrance of kinship.

Our lives are limited
      in breadth and scope and want.

Seek a higher yearning.
We still have time.