Marvelous is our beautiful world
And all the heavens above.
If we would just do our duty
Our world would be full of love.
Our world resembles a ruthless game
Where all are eager players.
There's smiles of joy and tears of woe
With hate, lust, love, war, and prayers.
Our world is cruel to those who feel
And a joke to those who think.
Like the wind-blown pages of a book
Our years fly by in a blink.
Late at night, when most are asleep
And dream of another day
Those who stare at God's moon
May say "thank you" as they pray.
So, let us drink the wine of night
And feast on the silence of stars
While Earth is bathed in holy light
And seen without its scars.
By Tom Zart
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