So here we are
fruit of Adam’s loins,
Treading earth’s
fragile crust so carefully,
As we spin and speed
through time and space
Into eternity.
And as we spin and speed,
Sparks fly,
Saints, sages, men of letters,
Artists, poets, musicians,
Prophets, priests,
Gotterfunken – God sparks,
To brighten our dim way,
As we spin and speed
through time and space
Into eternity.
Denis Desert