What fragile fabric binds together faith? <br />That sublime cloak beyond compare or measure, <br />That in reflection smothers truth: a wraith, <br />Whose righteousness wears not but trifling treasure. <br />And ignorant and blind derives such pleasure <br />In mortal eyes, obtained at pretty cost, <br />But banished from the truth, exiled forever, <br />From knowing unknown things are foremost lost. <br />And all is lost from what we paid the most, <br />Each penny's worth, each dime, each gold sov'reign, <br />When light has passed beyond this mortal host <br />No thing remains except what we have learned, <br /> And learning, we have taught to humankind: <br /> The joy and hope we've brought, we leave behind. <br /> <br />-December 27,2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-880000-not-all-is-lost-spenserian-son/
