I am sorry I must look away;
There is too much about us each day
That tears at the living
And praise and thanksgiving
Which the soul needs to find and to say:
How can we together there move?
What mystery accept and approve?
The weakness we cannot acknowledge in passing,
The sinner we fail to accuse.
Why it resides in the nails and the cross
That mark all things else grief and loss
Where we look to self and to stars and to senses
Than rather our journey enough;
The one that remembers the battle
And embraces the challenge to fight
For Good that is better
Than what we find in this moment
That we were tempted to choose just to bite.