A poem for Monday..........

     The Future

For God's sake, be done
with this jabber of "a better world."
What blasphemy!  No 'futuristic"
twit or child thereof ever
in embodied light will see
a better world than this, though they
foretell inevitably a worse.
Do something!  Go cut the weeds
beside the oblivious road.  Pick up
the cans and bottles, old tires,
and dead predictions.  No future
can be stuffed into this presence
except by being dead.  The day is
clear and bright, and overhead
the sun not yet half finished
with his daily praise.

-Wendell Berry