Bonus Post: Conflict

We affirm that God is One;

In some Pagans' "creed outworn"

It seemed plain that God was Two

Sons (who had a Mother, too),

And they quarrelled in the daytime, and they quarrelled in the night,

Till at last their quarrels grew into a bitter bloody fight,

And the outcome of their quarrel was the turning of the light

Towards summer with its green or towards winter with its white.

Summer and sunshine exist,

And winter, cold antagonist.

Abraham directed eyes

To where Truth above both lies;

As they quarrel through the autumn, as they quarrel through the spring,

Farther far they dwell beneath than any beggar any king

In relation to That Which is above and beyond each thing.

Conflict below, and unity above, we see and sing.

But a narrow road we walk,

And how easily our talk,

Missing ditch on left, at night,

Runs us into cliff on right.

For though unity's beyond, a thing is not another thing,

And indeed it may be better, or may be worse, see and sing!

Talk of unity need not provoke us common sense to fling

Away; we still feel winter's blast, and still prefer the spring.