Return to church do I when the ways of this world distort my perceptions.

In the pews I kneel, thinking of All I know I must do.

For the greatest of tragedies I am destined to endure, I thank you for gifting them All to me.

I would suffer All the pains eternally, of this world and beyond, if I could be given the grace to imagine The Philosophy’s future, just once more.

I wish to be the holiest in God’s image.

I must inspire Good Faith.

While I do still breathe, I learn, for until I reach the state of holiness destined, I know nothing.

For the worst of times, I thank you. For the best of times, I thank you. For the times of learning, I thank you most. Thank you Lord.

Of beauteous minds have we; a mind’s imagine of what could be.