| Written: SEPT 27, 2003 |
Sometimes love and hate
Serve the same ends.
Seems that extremes
Surprise us as guides.
Sublimely leading to ends
Suffering both along the ways.
Severing ties in focus,
Simply loosing ourselves.
Straining to reach truth,
Struggling in vast lies.
Stern our learning becomes,
Severely finding we know nothing.
Sentimental books contain our knowledge,
Stately objects of immeasurable wealth.
Surely as they are ignorantly disapproved,
Swiftly the institutions of Him burn them.
Sweet lord can our thoughts not be destroyed,
Sentient words begotten to our kin from this mind.
