673 Our Truest Thanksgiving from my free poem web site poems-by-papyrous In wholesale defiance from Man’s blind spot, some feel that our science must be a plot. We have our pretenses of what Man knows, but beyond five senses the world still glows. The “Whole” reality escapes our play, with great finality we judge our day. Our truest thanksgiving is attitude, for what’s more forgiving than gratitude. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 14, 2005; 6:45 A.M.) 674 There Lived The Human Race What lives without the sun? Nasty or nice, Man soon would have no fun, with Earth as ice. On frozen globes in space, our life can’t flow. “There lived the Human Race, with their faint glow.” Without their solar heat (and no sunrise), they found they could not eat or humanize. They strived to comprehend how great the cost to count their closest friend among the lost. They failed to heed what’s real, but not what’s vain, and came, at last, to feel they were their pain. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 16, 2005; 4:54 A.M.)
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