by H.L. Nichols

This piece is written about my alma mater, 
Westtown School, a Quaker school in PA. 

It is God who finds compromise
Unity defined in picket lines
One nation under a groove
We slipped behind enemy lines
Waited for the government cheese to drop
As if it were manna from heaven

In these trying times
Status cannot be factored in
Or of his own doing
Legacy is to be judged by a jury
Of her peers as is the context of her story
As a measure of character
If she is to remain a credible witness

If fate alone is as God planned
Destiny was driven by purpose
George Fox upon Pendle Hill so moved to quake
The clarity of thee enlightened is
Not the business we are in but
What is our purpose?

What is it that stirs iron ore to steel?
What is it that sharpens one’s mind?
Friends call to Meeting for Worship
Westtown School since 1799
It is the Light

Unnamed by H.L. Nichols

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