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An end to Eden
I can see how things may work, I can
Easily see how man might see God in
Everything, and yet in the beginning it
Was probably God who saw everything
In man. Investing heavily in the notion
Of a caretaker, a custodian, who would
Love the earth, nurture the earth, and
Above all, play a major role in its future
Prosperity and well-being.
It is not hard to see why the beauty of
Mankind was so attractive, nor is it hard
To see how a benevolent landlord might
Be drawn into believing that the kindly
Spirit resident in one, would necessarily
Be resident in the other. Only time would
Tell, and time has most assuredly told.
Do we think that we’re the masters?
Where we there when time began?
Did the power that made the universe
Need the meddling of man? Did the
Wave that washed a town away, or
A hurtling meteorite, think to consult
Man or beast as to who shall live or
No, I didn’t think so, but pray please
Tell me when, we’ll realize we’re the
Guests here, not the be-all and the
End? Our tenure far from certain, our
Rights not writ in stone, but a warning
It must surely be: ‘Stay safe and stay
© Joseph G Dawson