You may have noticed that this week I've been thinking about unity, the earth and the cosmos. It took my me back to a poem I wrote back in 1982:
by Charles Kinnaird
Holding forth and shining bright;
Full of glory, full of might.
Always sifting, always mending.
Ultimate of all progression,
Patient with pedantic session.
Unity of all diverse,
Dragons praise Thee, demons tremble
And fills all in cosmic dance.
Yet many seldom stop to wonder.
They just blindly plod and plunder,