Witness the fervor <br />of our enduring trust <br />in the Cosmic Order. <br />Planets, fire and sleep <br /> <br />riddle our fates. <br />They are Gaia's actual music <br />scored for human love or mortal hate. <br />By natural choice we are enthused. <br /> <br />Once in orbit we must <br />join the older sky-wanderers <br />returning along bent paths <br />to their rings of sleep. <br /> <br />We must unwind a double life <br />of time on earth and time in space. <br />Our destiny determines <br />this sense of flight <br /> <br />through vast silences of night. <br />Whether we stand rooted to earth, <br />looking up, or looking back, <br />from a careening space ship: <br /> <br />Let us praise <br />our sun-ripened skin, our moon-meshed nerves. <br /> <br />Let us enter <br />the dark cathedral of this holy earth. <br /> <br />Let us join <br />the spinning hymn of this sacred globe. <br /> <br />Let us raise <br />our jeweled hopes for this new age.<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earth-anthem-2/
