Laugh heartily at the humor of the Gods
Who built the stage and wrote the scripts
and cast the plays of Life in which
we play our self-important parts.
Smile broadly at the Irony they made for us to see.
Grin oddly at the mystery hidden from our view
and wonder at their motives—of which we have no clue.
Scream loudly at the horror of the wars we're made to fight,
at the cosmic ghouls that sometimes cackle in the night,
at the dimness of our sight and the fullness of our fright.
Then quietly, softly, deeply … weep for us all.
Copyright © 2005 Robert D. McKinley
All rights reserved.