When the World Is Filled with gilded Lies

​When the world is filled with gilded lies,
With thoughts that are echoes of thoughts,
With chaotic, shapeless ideas, with
Barbaric wars and onslaughts,

Murder and riots, then a person
Who is upright, whose life is holy,
Whose vision of the world, its coastlines,
Its tides, its waves tumbling slowly,

Its crumbling foam and buried crabs
Comes the source of life and peace,
Finds his place, he finds his courage,
He finds his goal, overhead the geese

Fly to their goal, he knows, he shivers
With the knowing that only
The humble, only those who seek peace,
Only those who seek God, lonely

As they must be, maintain the world,
Their inspiration strikes others
Of renown, the bread lines decrease,
The parks are filled with children and mothers