cryptic shone

 

Poetry • Meditation by Alan Nordstrom

 

Superstar

However we’ve arrived here—here we are,

Composed of matter from a distant star,

Assembled by some universal laws

To wonder, of ourselves and all, our cause.

 

How did we come about, and for what reason,

And why are we so full of flaws and treason,

Unfaithful to ourselves and cruel to others,

Though knowing in our souls we are all brothers?

 

Is Being but a hapless accident

Or made with some mysterious intent

We’re charged to comprehend and realize

In theories that our heads and hearts devise?

 

I say we’re here, invested as we are

With love, to be the Kosmos’ Superstar

 

 

Done