I watch the rabbits feasting on the leaves Beneath the branches of the cherry tree, Their stomachs full they slowly hop away And I, witness of moments such as these,
Am grateful in the waking of the day In which I, in silence, meditate. Of this turbulent present nothing can I say When the dark seems to inundate the light
But know that Her creation cannot fail, For breaking forth on my morning eyes I see a world no evil can assail, The darkened force that in this world denies,
Truth and God and evolution's thrust, The sanctity of life to hold, we must.
Poems Undated (1727)
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