Oh, humanity, may we remember how we looked
At a place where we knelt by a river to take our first drink
We saw our reflection and marvelled at such handiwork
Then, looking up performed this very first act, we worshipped
We acknowledged that our ultimate desire will be for this
Helpless to it, we would seek to adorn and consecrate others
Making faint, halting steps at achieving this to no avail
We would long for A Presence from which we came
No footsteps as one of a kind, like yours or mine
When tempted to think that you're all alone
Look around, then up, see the sun and moon embraced, celestial bodies aligned
They, like all, worship The One, before Whom we prostrate ourselves
Trust not in fellow creatures of like transient needs
As we approach each day with new meaning
Consider this essential to our very being, all can wait
We are here, so live the best of it until requested elsewhere,
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.