How long prevails the darkness Lord
That snares our dreams
and rears the head of the ugliest things.
We weep and fight and struggle and kill
To have, and to horde,
Only to find that we weep the more.
We crush the dreams of others
To mortar the tower of our own
And still it does not rise.
On any scale the circle of one
Is always far too small.
Enduring joy only lives in the broader circle of all.
And though we emerge from the human sea,
One, alone, to scoff at the rest,
Yet time, and wisdom, and the judgment of God will put us to the test.
And finally, far too late we'll see,
That all along, we were but trapped,
In the circle that was Me.