Earth is but a firefly
Amid the great galaxies.

She is like a spark from a great cannon
Burst upon a black night,
An infinitesimal pinprick
Of light.

And not even a source of light,
But a reflective bit of wadding
Hurled out from the cannon’s mouth,
Alive for but a nano-second.

Yet, we presume to counsel God¾
“Who is God that we should obey Him?”

Parliaments sit and despots wage war,
Hiding in cement caves,
Killing from a distance.
They dare not
Cut a juggler themselves, for
They faint at real
Blood,
Preferring pictures of shadows burned
Into the sidewalks,
With numbers in tall columns
For their morning briefings.

But the Gods, who are merciful,
Take the dead
From these streets
And rekindle their fire with glory.

And giant Sagittarius continues
To burn,
In spite of man’s inflaming speeches
At the Palladium.

Principle: When he makes “great” speeches, as Jesse Jackson counseling President Clinton, man is very small.  It is better to be silent in most cases.  Look up at the stars.  We know more about the universe than people in the dark ages, when all thought the celestial spheres revolved around the earth. Now we think we understand its vastness. In a small degree we have been out there.   Even what we know, however, is greater than we can bear.  The universe testifies of our kinship to the whole.  But we must carefully consider the Giant Red Stars.

Scripture: Doctrine and Covenants 45:3