Oh ye of little faith
Gird not thy loins against
the onslaught of bezimer and rain
Smile and be silent
in the small moments of reflection

Live and let live
as we go our seperate ways
seeking our place in the world
existing for one small flash moment
of power and excess in the fleshpots
and the temples as leaders of church and state
despite the larger corners of poverty and dispair
which come to us all in a series of disparate
lives which we must lead

Lift your eyes in love
and rise above situations of intense pain and sorrow
Lift your voice in praise and thanks
Dwell not in anger and reproach
that we may learn the sparrows song