Moral resources grow stronger
The more thy soul does learn
Envision what this destiny
Could look like all around.
For in the skies, no longer streaking
Would be what Heavens divine,
No act of God unspoken for
That lacked full consciousness.
Upon the ground, each footstep taken
Would be of a more focused breadth,
One that swept with kindness, outward
Approaching the day with care.
Amidst the air would be pure waves,
No abstracted vibrations lost in space,
Each word so designed for to reach our neighbour
So kindly thought and presented.
Our eyes would see true meaning
So that no deceit could enter near,
No vagabond, no trickster magician
Could spread fear we didn’t know.
Yet depth amidst our pure resource
Grows weaker every day,
Though we know what kind can create
It falls away: enslaved.