O Lord, how forgiveness
Frees us from the past
And acceptance, empties us of
Traumatic memories, it is ordained
That our fate should have
Highs and lows, though there is
Always somehow the feeling
Of something like the presence of God
Or the potential for angels
And the proximity of nature
Or the caress of silence
And the quantum dominion of
Powers we cannot fully understand
The prophecy of secrets
And the workings of the invisible
But the beasts in the field play
Just as Man does his part to acquire
To mate, to make war and steal the
Lot of his neighbor, to overcome
His own fears and insecurities
And profit, in the trials of others
Let it not be said we are better
Than animals, for I have seen
Man in all his glory and vanity
And even the most intelligent men
Were better villains than in the stories
And Man killed exceptionally well
Even in his more mature wisdom.
Wuji Seshat 