Some Would Sacrifice Their
Some would sacrifice their dearest
Upon the altar of a hungry faith,
Restoring with bold dreams
their torn tomorrows,
Surrendering their reason to a wraith.
cannot by will decree the morning,
Nor find the grace to undeclare the
Nor live past death to some eternal dawning
Where one might
see unveiled the source of light.
No, we are not the chosen of God's
Nor are we leaves upon a witless wind,
Nor are we loved
except by our companions,
Who are more true the less that we
We must refuse to know what we don't know,
That we might be
what we must undergo.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon