Five: Twenty-One

(I thought I'd try something entirely new: a poem)

Through our glasses dimly,
What can we see?
A sunset, a mountain,
A building reaching tall?

A Universe of wonder,
So vast, so great, so small.
What does it say to us?
To you? To me? To all?

Of creation: old and new and awe.
Of things yet discovered,
Of things decried by law.
Of "truths" that rise and shine and fall?

Life comes forward sideways,
Foresakes politness in its wake, and
Its broken, empty, cold embrace,
May force us to a crawl.

True, our place is but a speck,
A blot upon it all.
But, our purpose rises bolder,
Fueled by guts and gall.

To each man is a challenge;
To each a seperate call.
To find the dream that matters most,
And never let it stall.