From a tiny seed an idea came
He’d travel around the globe
To see this thing for himself
To ask, to seek, to probe
He had a burning need to feel
That felt by those with faith.

For he’d not felt a thought in faith
From that day until this
The loss he felt had taken it
And left a fatalist.

The journey back he couldn’t make
His faith he’d not restore
For it was gone, it was long gone
It was gone for evermore.

©JRW2013