The Time for Reason

The end of days will not be mushroom clouds,

‘Though many died and many more yet may.

It will not visit cloaked in famine’s shrouds,

‘Though many fall from hunger ‘long the way.

Its cause will not be ills that have no cure,

‘Though these may decimate us one sad day.

The end of days, quite simply, is obscure…

Its cause no man with certainty can say.

But this we know, if we but pause and think

(‘Though some would urge us headlong t’ward the brink):

Our end is not a promise carved in granite;

Our days need not be numbered on this planet.

Although a brighter future’s ours to lose,

Extinction need not happen if we choose

To be the wise ones God Himself designed,

And use His gift to us: the human mind.

The choice is ours, it’s given us to be

The masters of our fate and destiny.

For all things there’s a time and there’s a season.

And now it would appear’s the time for reason.