Creatures of passion who cry out
For the preservation of good and right
Their arms raised high, fists thrusting
And yet, they wish nothing
That the Creator has not fashioned for them
For each being on the planet,
Everything that breathes or takes up space
Is part of that same Creator
Meant to be listening, speaking,
Urging everything, everyone forward
Along the evolutionary trail
That marks our steps, our breaths,
And sees us through this aeon
To the next by our strength of hope.
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