There spins that shiny top, plaything of man’s creation. It goes unnoticed now by those who pulled the string.
They planed, they worked, the keyword was progress
Which they seemed to make with gallant stride.
But the fate that awaits those who walk, gaze held high,
Pulled them in as it lay at their stumbling feet.
Fly on, O Golden Calf, but as you sail through space,
You are but a speck, a splinter, in all the universe.
The second is an early attempt at expressing humility. Imagine my shock and surprise when a number of my peers charged that I had an overinflated ego and a lot of gall. Perhaps its my use of the word god, but please notice I spell it two ways. Could it be that I was trying to express my spiritual nature? I'll let you be the judge. Let me know what you think. Please?
CREDO Oh that it were, that the god in me, Were somewhere out in space; To be seen by those who, with searching gaze, See little of God in me.