The quest for perfect goodness in this life
is now a relic banned from 'modern mind'.
The struggle to endure the endless strife
of getting by, has rendered men-kind blind
to only that which serves each man his own.
The oddessy to find that farthest star
in most men's lives is never to be known.
To quench the spirit's thirst on merely par
amounts to pure betrayal of the soul.
A million generations lived in vain
that we, content with bungling nature's goal
might crucify and worship God again.
To sacrifice the light at tunnel's end
is cost too dear and sad to comprehend.