Profusion


From giant trees to diatoms unseen,
     Profusion is the signature that none
     Deny, who have not learned to simply shun
Their senses for a doctrine stale and mean.
The sheer variety of life is more
     Amazing than the grandest act of man
     Who, after all, does only what he can—
With clipped wings it's impossible to soar.
And if our hopes exceed what we achieve
     As is so often the unpleasant case,
         Then we must find our happiness at last
Not in a narrow creed we would believe
     But in a willingness to freely face
         A universe both fathomless and vast.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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