Stories of our forefathers
Their beliefs and sacrifices
Where have their souls returned?
“…and to Him we shall surely return”
And if we were to turn our heads
Not away, not astray
But to a pathway less explored
A road less travelled
What does that make us?
The blasphemous? The cursed and ceaselessly lost?
Or the ones guided by the unseen hands of God?
And if we were to turn away our heads
From the beliefs of our forefathers
The thread that binds us together
Where would that leave us?
Floating freely, like a ship without anchor?
Or moving steadily towards the strange pull of Love itself?