In this pale light of a day dawned gray,
I walk in solitude to contemplate
The paths I might wander on my way
Through this Earth I have the power to re-create.
For that transcendence we honor as God
Has entrusted to sentient being
A responsibility so broad
It requires a new way of seeing.
We have being here not to dominate,
But rather stewardship is our call;
We are not here as Humankind, The Great;
Instead, a life-force, part of the all.
Before we can assume our true course
As stewards, where we live so carelessly,
We must accept we are the life-force
Given a gift of responsibility.
For as the sun disperses the mist,
So shall the light of transcendence
Illuminate the shaded corners often missed
When thoughts fly mind-ward by chance.
Flower Detail
Compass
Photographic Art and Writing by Frank Saxton
