God Within to Find

This frontal being, this mask of Man cares not

To surrender its desires or its needs,

Its memories upon which sorrow feeds,

Acquiescing to its fate; its chosen lot

A minor role in life's evolving play

Accepts that nothing by his will can change,

Sees his fellow man, a creature strange,

Half-beast who can without compunction slay,

Or a thinking animal upon the heights

Whose wisdom alters not mankind's demise

Yet feels at times in him a heart that cries

Or lurking in his depths strange delights

That seem to him native to his kind,

A peace no adverse force can overturn,

A hope, a joy for which the ages yearn

A second sight, God within to find.