THE LEAST OF THESE

It's the fanatics that make the loudest noise.
They cannot be ignored.
Without risk nothing would be gained.
Without servitude love would never grow.
Love would never be known.
Sometimes it's the blind who see the most clearly.
It's the gullible who's faith is strongest.
For when you are pulled down.
It's then you can rise the highest.
Even fools can reap of the harvest.
For they often sow the most seed.
It just goes unnoticed by the crowd.
These are the unsung.
Still they exist.
Even though in visible silence.
I say to the so-called "least of these."
You will rise above it all.
You will soar far beyond the heavens.
You are the true.
You are the strong.
You are the bold.
I for one, salute you!
As I humbly, quietly, slip among your ranks.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(12/09/2012)