Κρίση Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Thou hast no rod to lay thy lineage straight,
Or forced coercion of those lost before,
As one who presently lives present day,
Present thyself in fabled past no more.
Some habits formed are strenuous to keep,
When thou does all in power's name repay,
Unto the nature of what lies beneath,
The cornerstone of common men who pray.
A lower foothold held by feet as sure,
As most who speak with self-made strength of mind,
Have fullest pride when simple faith abjured
Brings all that every soul had yearned to find.
Yet Lo a day will come when mortal men,
Would die to live that wretched day again.