If this is all – one little ball
Of transitory Earth,
And we must fall, at Death’s last call,
Like apples—no more worth;
Why do the stars make pathways for my eyes,
The moon with melody fill all the skies,
Creation’s anthem peal for each sunrise –
If our Earth ball is all?

If Life is meat and only meat,
For one swift day—then Night,
And I must eat my morsel sweet,
E’er fades its fitful light;
What means this surge within like mystic leaven,
Why do my hungers reach from hell to heaven,
My soul range universes seven times seven,
If Life is only meat?

~Alban Asbury~