An Old Lesson Reprised

Since a child I am quiet when the thunder rolls A but smile When lightning touches the coals It's not me To argue or compete with wrath Nor could be Common found in a common path I learned too Never to be sure again, for god must Only true And surer than all little mortal dust For how then Was Adam and with better minds Than we men Convinced? Any seeking always finds Strange this truth For light is bent where anxiety flows We are brutes Who by tales make others into foes. Forgive me I can speak comfortably with my friends I pity Any who rave with self and need amends.