30.07.2007, 10:24
The Speeding Earth
The seven wonders of the world are small
Beside this speeding miracle of earth,
Enormous in its weight and in its girth,
Hurled through the ether like a cannon ball,
Without a guard, a sign or signal call,
While cities sleep serenely on its face;
And ages pass without a single trace
Of one slight jolt or accident at all.
So speeding towards its ever-flying goal,
Without a pause to nod or take a breath;
The world survives and keeps its kingdoms whole,
In spite of imperfections, Science saith;
And bears us on in its divine control,
With love and joy in life, and hope in death.
The seven wonders of the world are small
Beside this speeding miracle of earth,
Enormous in its weight and in its girth,
Hurled through the ether like a cannon ball,
Without a guard, a sign or signal call,
While cities sleep serenely on its face;
And ages pass without a single trace
Of one slight jolt or accident at all.
So speeding towards its ever-flying goal,
Without a pause to nod or take a breath;
The world survives and keeps its kingdoms whole,
In spite of imperfections, Science saith;
And bears us on in its divine control,
With love and joy in life, and hope in death.