By Any Other Name

Sneaking Through the Night ~ Philip Brent Harris


Would miracles be or seem, by any other name, so grand?
Miraculous, magical, names for what we don’t understand.
Magic, for some speaks evil, dark powers we cannot define.
Miracles, equally mysterious, argued as proof of the divine.

Minds shut so tightly, some refuse to heed any dissertation;
Faith in their own unknown eschews any other explanation.
Our hubris blinds us in ways we cannot quite comprehend.
While we act as if we know everything; it is all just pretend.

Our lives improved constantly, though it makes them worse;
Long since we owned our days from the cradle to the hearse.
Ubiquitous and uncaring, our computers are controlling all.
Greatness to which we once aspired, lost while we get small.

Thinking machines, their progeny, their own authors, while
Control is less than an illusion; so sit back, relax and smile.
And blankly we’ll view our tiny lives, our world so vapidly,
Wondering what hit us, as our lives turn ever more rapidly.

Frightened, we grab, grasp, hoping to at least slow life down.
Mindless, we gasp, afraid that we’ll reap what we have sown.
Many still in denial, they believe in some unforeseen miracle.
Deny the harm we have wrought, despite evidence empirical.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,  Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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