This is the day for manifesting soul To flesh, for making contemplation real; Incorporeal yet real and whole Advancing to some heavenly ideal. Not such transcendence as annuls the Earth Or disregards Creation as a dream. We live awhile, then fall into our birth Past death into a luminescent beam. While we are blest with life we should aspire To work for good, to love, not just observe; To treasure mercy, always to inspire. Not just to hunt and gather but to serve. Our time on Earth is not for us alone Our acts are what we are. Not what we own. Brian Yapko is a lawyer who also writes poetry. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.