Salvation

Perhaps the sad misfortune of our days

Is that we count appearances as true

And to non-essential things confer our praise,

Content with established ways forego the new.

The reasoning mind that preaches truth with words

Cannot distinguish the false from the real,

For present gains and false security

Corners God in its fanatic zeal.

How easily the mass of men are saved

Acceptance is the sole criterion

Or confession to another of one's sins

Salvation gain from dark oblivion.