Not power, or love, nor yet worship of God;
The fight that each tiniest baby fights hard as
Fought earliest man: “Understand!” Pry and prod
With unquenchable flame of the world-disregarders
For Truth! – be it complex, destructive or odd.
If this fire is from Heaven, then Heaven I’ve earned;
So write on my grave: “This stone too shall be turned.”
Published in Shot Glass Journal, #18, January 2016