Browsing Stanford

Whose voice do they obey?

My cynic says he knows:

That they kneel to the dollar

Yet there must some purity here

Nuggets in the ore

Surely there are hearts here

Searching in hunger for true wisdom

Reaching for truth

Likewise there is tragic waste

Creative power spent

In loveless vision

Destined for obsolescence

But the New Day will come

Victory for the earth

Freedom for man

Occupation by God

The Glorious Lord Jesus

Evermore ruling the universe

From his throne in Jerusalem

But first we must slog through

The fallen, rotten fruit

At the foot of the tree of knowledge

The one we ought not have touched

Yet could not avoid

In order to fulfill our destiny

Stephen Pursell,

original: summer 1998,

revised: 10/14/14