[I wrote this when a man that was a Quaker sort of guy came to our school and spoke to us about his way of life. (1986)]

How morbid life they that make,

these are not the ones that take,

Theirs dreams and hope of Godly sake,

to make them all come true.

Those who take their hopes and dreams apart,

to depths of hell do they depart,

From forms on high do we behold,

but not the ones that they enfold,

In out arms and hearts we carry,

but us to them would only bury,

to flee the heavens never to face,

the trial on earth that they do suffer.