We probe, we search, yet none can say

What purpose for this sinful clay.

Formed, each unique, with wondrous skill,

A destination to fulfill.

All that lives succumbs to death;

None can restrain his fleeing breath,

And never one returns to tell

What waits for us behind the veil.

In darkness, stumbling on our way,

We seek for light, yet not a ray.

Oh give us faith, if not clear sight,

To help dispel this awful night.

Though obvious lack, turmoil and fear,

That serves to plague our journey here.

We seek to read the message clear,

And to embrace the grand sphere.

With awesome fear, our mind doth sway,

To grasp the dogma of our day,

Of the sectarian creed of religious schools,

Impelled by theory and senseless rules.

Oh may we know you as Thou art,

And why we are and what’s the part

That we fulfill in such great plan,

The vast design for mortal man.

Why this veil destroying sight?

Would you command that there be light?

Oh let the light shine from your throne,

Reveal to us the great unknown

Mildred Eslick Garner