The beacon of the deacon heralds the years gone by
Serenading the somber memories of how we tried,
Mystifying everything; we dance until the dusk
Faithful believers in a plan- to it our lives we trust

Donned with the gilded crown of a dawn-bringer's mane
We stand tall to all who stand apart and remove them from the way
Towards a journey long beaten by the feet of the insane
Asking of them our forgiveness, for their right to 'say'

One image from a book bared upon the backs of men
Reaches deeper even so into their mournful hearts,
Asking for the single promise of everlasting paradise
In return this simple juxtaposition; faith and reason- shall depart