Faith

What are we bound for? What’s the yield


Of all this energy and waste?


Why do we spend ourselves and build


With such an empty haste?



Wherefore the bravery we boast?


How can we spend one laughing breath


When at the end all things are lost


In ignorance and death? . . .



The stars have found a blazing course


In a vast curve that cuts through space;


Enough for us to feel that force


Swinging us through the days.



Enough that we have strength to sing


And fight and somehow scorn the grave;


That Life’s too bold and bright a thing


To question or to save.