No, no, sorry my dear
I cannot help but to refuse
To believe that at some point
In distant days past or yet
Some brilliant future that
I would exist as some simple
Collection of atoms which
Bears no resemblance to this
Being that I have now become.

I feel that you err in this and
I hope to God (yes, my dear,
God) to whom I pray and
In faith do believe that He
Has given more to me than
The realization that this life,
This consciousness is nothing
More than mere particles of
Matter evolving into matter.

As I have said, I hope
You are wrong in your
Labored platitudes but
It would be a shame to
Waste the intelligence
You so often show us
That you too are more
Than the eyes can see.

It is without disdain
Nor by some egotistical
Imaginings on my part that
I hold to my beliefs, but
Know that I am more
Than the creatures of
The earth and sea, and yes
Even greater than angels
Who have not the gift of
Soul and spirit which possess
The likes of you and me.

Evolve, yes we must
Indeed have done so
And will perhaps see
A new earth and new sky
Of universes which await us
To behold and wonder in
There but for the grace
Of God go I. Come too!
I would love to see you
Not as some slug or
Other lowly creature
But the wonderful,
Beautiful spirit that
You were created as
And meant to become.

06/10/2002

Posted on 06/10/2002
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