Whose Bible bids us cease our search? Not one
That I’ve e’er read. Instead it calls us each
To ask, to seek, to knock, in tense ne’er done.
The child succumbs when forceful parents teach
A safe secure path, free from conflicting views,
And walks along that road awhile, and sings
Sweet songs of ign’rant bliss. The chance to choose
May just be the giving up of childish things,
But can the heirs of Constantine e'er let go
The chains that bound success so long? Can Spirit
Be trusted? Can one’s own discernment be free to grow?
These are the questions, institutions fear.
Don’t blame the book when th' same ol' fears of men,
Send us to seek our safe ol' chains again.