Not all who risk cost to wander are lost,
nor can all that is golden be bartered.
A faith that braves night may yet see the light,
and one who seeks truth may be honored.
A new vintage at first can make old wineskins burst,
and fresh taste can outclass the best.
But lo' and behold, one day it is old,
and a hero must start the next quest.
Sometimes a prophet cares only for profit,
and the faithful can just be misled,
Conquest by the sword brings only discord,
yet the saint does not value his head.
God's faith in the human needs only a true man,
to climb his way up to the heights.
He's seeking a token, to fix what is broken,
and a path to shine light on at night.
You can look at the Moon just as well at high noon,
and imagine a ladder to heaven.
But it takes a man bold to build up a road,
and give us the planets all seven.
An ideal morality bears mind of mortality,
truth, freedom, wisdom and love.
But eternal laws should make us to pause.
The Spirit gives life as a dove.
God knows the hurts we bear in our hearts.
The world does not go as it should.
Becoming our best is really the test,
if we want to be happy, we could.
To find our own purpose we don't need a surplus.
We can let the green world have its place.
Far past our own pond, in the black out beyond,
we may yet rediscover God's face.
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