REFLECTIONS

NATURAL SELECTION
Poetry Contributed by David from Michigan, USA

Not from preachers, epiphanies,
nor angels that rejoice,
but through my fellow Brights, (or humanists, UU, or other freethinkers)
you shall hear my voice.

As we reach for the stars,
and strive for an ideal,
to the conscience of humanity,
we make our appeal.

Full of promise and compassion,
not division and hate,
we're grounded in reality,
not apocalyptic fate.

For truth is not delusion,
but rather cold hard fact,
it stands without apology,
embellishment or tact.

Though sometimes catastrophic,
for the results that it brings,
only nature can be perfect,
for it's the measure of all things.