Our Good is born in purity

As we awaken, each short day

This Good survives through struggles,

Tackles fears

Faces tests

Within the loud affray

The Good that always bounds along

In joy on gratitude

Throughout an optimistic Way.

But sometimes

Suddenly

Good is needlessly condemned;

Crucified by harmful thoughts

And in invasive words we say

Then

Despite our best intentions,

Good must suffer, die;

To be entombed at deepest gloom

But the stone of stubborn skepticism can be rolled away

By kinder thoughts,

Gentler moods

In openness with tolerance,

To resurrect

Our Good in this short day