Perspective VEIW

Incarnation to incarnation, we roam, In the grand tapestry of cosmic home. Yet, as Earth's chapters draw to a close, A question lingers, a mystery impose. What fate befalls the works of mortal hands, The art, the thoughts, the cathedral stands? Will Earth, when humans depart its stage, Become a desolate, abandoned cage? No, says the sage, a different fate, A cosmic dance, intricate and great. Matter pressed into the center's embrace, Only to reappear at the cosmic race. Cathedrals, thoughts, creations old, Disappear, yet in new forms unfold. In unseen realms, beyond our view, The cosmic dance weaves a tapestry true. And so, from Seraphim to human kin, The cosmic drama, a dance to begin. Between the realms of Gods and men, The war in heaven, a tale to pen. Angels torn, between the right and wrong, A cosmic battle, a celestial song. Lagging behind and rising above, Humanity bears the burden of love. Possibilities of error and the chance of grace, The angels' gift, a cosmic embrace. In the dance of the stars, the eternal fight, Humanity finds its journey in the cosmic night. In the 19th century's waning light, Our schools and universities, a troubling sight. No longer could they bring forth good, Humanity.