Poor conceited humanity! Interpreters of God indeed.

The age is materialistic. Verse isn't. I must be with the age, so I am writing prose.

..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.

Slight was the thing I bought, small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best - God! but the interest!

But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.

People are taking it for granted that [the Negro] ought not to work with his head. And it is so easy for these people among whom we are living to believe this; it flatters and satisfies their self-complacency.

We reduce the deity to vulgar fractions. We place our own little ambitions and label them ?divine messages?. With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity.