We wonder, in our hearts, if there is a God,
or meaning, or hope.
Even our humanism is shaken, when it seems that people care only about themselves
The ideals we have and the airs we take on
seem foolish and vain.
Is there anyone who is wise?
Is there anyone who is just?
Any who treat their neighbors
as persons of worth and dignity?
or who are centered and mature in their faith?
There is only ourselves; half-wise, attracted
to justice, trying to be good.
Only ourselves and the ideals that burn like fire in our hearts.
What will open our eyes?
What will soften our greed?
What will give us a passion for justice?
Only the voice that speaks in the longing of our hearts
That lifts our spirits and makes us sing.
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