The truth so clear
with words we shear
down to a barren crop
The facts arrayed
are bleak they say
Life surely comes to naught
In narrow pride
man does decide
the world, his mind can pin
The only fact
forsook with tact
the world, his mind is in
Approach therefore
the animate score
with laud, abreast each form
We may be taught
when every thought
is free from deadly scorn
So on this day
from life’s bouquet
shed not the merest quarks
The truth of a whole
is never so low
as to be the sum of its parts
ScrutinyInFaith 