The Altar Of The Unknown God Poem by Mark Sauer

Keep well the altar of the unknown god
As the named gods' are suffered to decay;
For though they crumble where once we trod,
New paths will raise new yearnings on the way.
Need strikes, to resurrect the nameless one
And painfully we'll conjure in the void
New temples, new rites, under a new sun
And chain with a new name what we destroyed.
Keep well the altar of the unknown god
For his cult is ageless and eternal.
We'll fall again, and find him in the mud;
Rise again, and bind him in cold marble.
We carve our idols crudely, to our shame:
But never cease to try and learn His name.