Inoculation from the Insidiousness
The world belongs not to the old or young, But belongs to itself in cobalt glory. The young are not masters because of vigor, The matured in confident submission are not the masters, The elders are not masters of self made wisdom. The world, benign and destructive - The flesh sickened and healing - Was planted in a garden to welcome The timeless Lord of Sabaoth into his joy; To give life to the new, To give salt to the seasoned, To give Truth to the tired. The world is blank and we are the adornment.