Is it so hard for men to stand by themselves, <br />They must hang on Marx or Christ, or mere Progress? <br />Clearly it is hard. But these ought to be leaders . . . <br />Sheep leading sheep, 'The fold, the fold. <br />Night comes, and the wolves of doubt.' Clearly it is hard. <br /> <br />Yourself, if you had not encountered and loved <br />Our unkindly all but inhuman God, <br />Who is very beautiful and too secure to want worshippers, <br />And includes indeed the sheep with the wolves, <br />You too might have been looking about for a church. <br /> <br />He includes the flaming stars and pitiable flesh, <br />And what we call things and what we call nothing. <br />He is very beautiful. But when these lonely have travelled <br />Through long thoughts to redeeming despair, <br />They are tired and cover their eyes; they flock into fold.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intellectuals-2/
