Stephen is a web developer, Bahá'í, and interfaith activist in St. Paul, Minnesota. He likes to write about religion, social justice, sustainability, science, programming, &c.

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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003

Lunatic

Number 128

September 24, 1997

Hello my dear,
We mustn't fret o'er that
     which we can't control,
We must look to the
     bounty bestowed on us;

For we can sit 'neath
     the moonbeams
And feel the oneness
     of the surrounding world
Rushing breezy fingers
     caressing our necks;

And we mustn't despair—
     for it won't get us anywhere,
But living the misery
     we know to be false,
We know to be a
     pall over our eyes
Cast by none but ourselves…

And stretched gazing at
     the stellar mystery,
The universe unfolds
     its wisdom
To our yearning animae:

The perfection of life
     lies ensconced within,
If only we look for it,
If only we see the key
    beneath our noses;

But all the answers open
     portals to further
Unchartered dimensions
     of a home expanding,
Yet ad perpetuum we
     go on, for
This is our way.