Credo 

I sing the will to love:
the will that carves the will to live,
the will that saps the will to hurt,
the will that kills the will to die;
the will that made and keeps you warm,
the will that points your eyes ahead,
the will that makes you give, not get,
a give and get that tell us what you are:
how much a god, how much a human.
I call on you to live the will to love.
Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 6, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Credo” was published in Mushrooms: A Book of Free Forms (John Marshall Company, 1916).