Unrest and doubt, the backlash of despair Like Furies of old with serpents for hair, Spawn strife and corruption, malice and dread From which lesser evils are ceaselessly bred. Why must we partake of war's grim arrears With its dark companions, sorrow and tears? Life forces need balance in purpose and power And only by faith can we enter Truth's tower. Sometimes we need silence, persistent and long To show us the motif, insistent and strong. Remember the hills still lift their proud crests And rivers still mirror trees on their breasts; Green are the slopes and the valley below While birds give forth song in melodious flow; The seasons eternal, the wind and the rains -- Why measure life's values by small doubts and pains? Look up to the heavens and pierce the deep blue That challenges all that is deepest in you. The brooks and the streams still run to the seas; Is our share of infinity smaller than these? |