A Sonnet On Taking A Leap Of Faith

This is the day for manifesting soul
To flesh, for making contemplation real;
Incorporeal yet real and whole
Advancing to some heavenly ideal.

Not such transcendence as annuls the Earth
Or disregards Creation as a dream.
We live awhile, then fall into our birth
Past death into a luminescent beam.

While we are blest with life we should aspire
To work for good, to love, not just observe;
To treasure mercy, always to inspire.
Not just to hunt and gather but to serve.

Our time on Earth is not for us alone
Our acts are what we are. Not what we own.