From Poems on Reason
The Light is radiantly beautiful.
It shines from the farthest star to the nearest thought.
Yet disorder reigns and the evil it brings
Covers the Light.
What of the cold clear dawn of Reason?
Why is it hidden from those who need it to live?
Those who think,
Those who have seen the Light, however briefly,
Those who realize reality know
Order cannot be defeated or destroyed.
The thoughts of those who think for themselves
Breathe the promise of Light.
This is the Truth.
The Light exists no matter what the blindness
Of some men may tell us.
- James Henderson, Poems on Reason, May, 1976