In the black yew shelters, where owls tuck themselves away
Strange gods with red meditating shifty eyes
Watch over the land in the stillness of night
But when darkness shovels the sun offstage
They roost unstirring, awaiting the melancholy hour
It is in this hour that they teach the sage
She need fear in this world only tumult and action
For in the passing, drunk on shadows
We are punished for desiring change
Our punishment is to desire more change
The world spins on, caught in the cycle of desire
Yearning for something more, something different
But the gods with their red, shifty eyes
Remain unmoved, unchanging, in their yew shelters
Watching over us as we stumble through the darkness
And so we learn, in the stillness of night
That it is not the gods we should fear
But our own insatiable desire for change
For in the pursuit of something new
We lose sight of the beauty in the present moment
So let us heed the lesson of the strange gods
And find peace in the tumult of this world
For in the stillness of the yew shelters
We may find the wisdom to embrace what is
And let go of our relentless thirst for change. (\"Our Thirst for Change\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.