Humans with creative spirit blessed
Mothers with their cherished babies smile
Yet submit to numbers like known masochists
Culture changes, takes alarming twists.
We lose our voices no more to beguile.
We’re human, we’re creative spirit fleshed
The snake in Eden laughs; he sees the gist.
Before we know the culture, we’re entwined.
We submit to numbers like dim masochists
We do not know, and so cannot confess.
Here comes down the reckoning, we hide.
We humans with creative spirit cursed!
We counted sheep and goats but not the lost
Now it’s missiles, warheads, thunderous rides
We submit to numbers, shady masochists
The government has numbered all the hosts.
Archangels slumber round the Holy Ghost
Humans with creative spirit cast
Into the holy waters; are we lost?
How my heart sings 