The Cathars

 

The Cathar graves lie all forgot

Beneath the southern skies

Draped with a veil of deep regret

And yet mute evidence of when

In frightfulness weeds choked out wheat

Proclaiming truth that should not die

 

The Kingdom is within us, so they say

Does not come through violence,

With force or causing hurt

Conversion by the sword, you know,

Was never in the Plan

Comes privately to people one by one

 

Fellow travelers along the way

Seek others journeying t'ward home

As like finds like and hate finds hate

And like and hate repel, as we well know.

Though not discerned through opposition

They yet can be distinguished well enough.