COSMIC VOICES

Ideas will flit from pole to pole,
Like lightning from a cloud to Earth;
Although they seem to have no goal,
Still mighty truths are given birth.

This random probing of the mind
May find solutions man has sought;
And though mankind is often blind,
By super beings are we taught.

For in the jungle of our brain,
Antenna still are well entwined;
Where cosmic voices are attained,
By those whom Heaven so designed.

So bit by bit we're being led,
To overwhelming final truth;
All humans still must be spoon fed,
For we are barely in our youth.

Sol Finkelman