Action moves one towards destiny;
Inaction denies destiny
Words can take you only so far;
Silence speaks volumes
The profoundness that is simplicity
Is elusive among the cacophony
The glory of victory is no illusion;
Neither is the struggle to acheive it
For where is the place of the meek and humble
Other than the bosom of the Father?
Ah! for it is our destiny'
Would we yet unclaim it?
