Beyond Our Ken

The world and Time have mocked us all, Be we great or be we small. The same temptations Jesus thwarted, The Church, I fear, has oft times courted. Luther preached before the throne The just shall live by faith alone. Yet freedom in a peasant’s ears filled his lord with dread and fears. “Workers unite!” was Marx’s plea. The aftermath is plain to see. A pacifist brought forth the Bomb, A paradox Lord save us from. Our fate, its sense beyond our ken, Must be: (For optimists) - to fail and strive again. (For pessimists) - to strive and fail again.