The Perfect Way - By W. R. Griffin
(In Tribute to Samuel Johnson)

It is not just the knowing that makes us be,
Separated from the salamander or the tree.
We are born to spread our limbs, free all the year
To stand upon a higher land above the salted sea -
Not to dry up, some fallen log, hollowed and sere.
The sweetest flower of a single day
Blooms brightest, best in May,
To wither then to die one night –
Yet was once the flower of all light.
If we are the creatures of God's love
Then we must create, flourish, to soar above
In greatest tribute to all His creative might.

To be, to rise, to love -- only the beauty see –
To praise all His upon the winds and to perfect be.
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