On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted Godís fingered thrust
giving with Love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the Heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then Ďtil now, a thrusted finger sculpts his Destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the Heaven were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then Lightning struck and all beasts ran. He made a mental leap
to stand his ground in Thunderís roar, a choice to ďnotĒ retreat.
And Nature merged with Instinct to define Creationís goal
from Godís thrusted fingerprint now stamped upon his Soul.
And if Timeís compressed into a day for beasts, for Man and flowers,
then Life with many a cell showed up in just the last twelve hours.
And Dinosaurs walked on Earth last hour! Pre-Man, a minute or so!
Modern Man, you and I only just got here less than a second ago.
Still time to learn from Wisdom! Still time to shed the Fears
of pain and War mourned by moms whoíve cried a billion tears.
Embrace the Life thatís precious. Be proud youíre Man from dust
and fashioned by the hand of God in a single fingered thrust!