Whither thy barques so frail, so uncontrolled?
Is it to reef and shipwreck? Will mankind
In nameless horror, unredeemed, be lost?
Whither, O hapless mortals, having sold
Thy birthright for a song, thine eyes so blind,
Thine ears so deaf to cries of blood and cost,
Thy lips so blasphemous, thy heart so cold,
Whither thy path? We dare not glance behind
To see the steps we’ve dropped, the rivers crossed !
Is there no hope? Is it too late to try
What One, a Nazarene, did speak and act?
Can we not yet out of this coil retract
Leaving to Higher Will the reasons why?
Weekly Times 11.11.60