On days like this

On days like this all things fall into place:

Hot is the rising sun, dark is the night,

Evil is strong, Good — stronger, life’s embrace

Is sweet but swift, we stumble, all is right

With this imperfect world in which by far 

Mightier men would seek only to find

That we are merely human, that we are

Created by the uncreated Mind

That burns like tongues of fire, that has a face,

That somehow makes all things fall into place.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)