The Crowd Is Unbelief
For up they looked and on they walked, straight to
Horizons which the world, too blind to see,
All mocked and doubted; yet the endless view
Of cities yet to come, lives yet to be
Still drove them on, amidst the scornful crowd.
The leap of faith, the movement and the dance,
The downwards stab which scandalised the proud –
All this defied the pomp of circumstance
Yet showed them what one day could be by faith,
Gave eyes to see what could not yet be seen,
Gave spring to steps, to fall out into grace,
And confidence to stand against the mean.
The world, not worthy of them, shakes its head;
The faithful, trusting, take the leap instead.
The Consolations of Writing 