(my apologies to Robert Frost)
Something there is that doesn't love tradition,
That sends the frozen attitudes swell under it,
And spills judgement into the room,
And causes gaps, forces to choose a side.
The work of the stubborn,
Or the decision of the "rebellious"
On the day we meet to make our mark,
The gaps I mean.
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at every fellowship we find them there.
"To each his own" I tell them him.
And he decides that he indeed does mind.
And set the traditions between us once again.
And agree, we do on some.
Customs; silly and those that are of great importance,
We have to be smart to make them balance:
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the rule,
We are all part of one body
Yet, My beliefs will not hurt yours,
I will not disturb your walk,
He only says, 'Strict beliefs make good believers'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good believers? I inquire.
Before I follow, I'd ask to know
What I was blocking in or blocking out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love Tradition,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Change' to him,
Tis a scary thought
He said it for himself. I see him there
Making a puzzled face and shakes his head.
He moves in darkness, ignorance as it seems to me~
He will not go behind his father's father's father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Strict beliefs make good believers."
I've been working on this one for awhile,
I dare you to question what you've always known.
Stop caring about what other people believe, WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?