Remove the mainstreams ill descent
and still the virtue bears relent
why must the battle seek descent
while courage musters, painless, meant!
Then brush it on, the daylight's dawn
while I unfettished, still go on
not compromised ~ without a gain
some Holy justice . . . thought's contain!
That time so focused with impure
does live but agitations burr
the path of which I did endure
has vanished, by God's hand of stir!
Faith's heavy carrying ~ discontent
doth burden, narrowing with repent
the word, but cherish not occur
but purpose winding toward the cure!
I love thee so ~ that ne'er fool's aim
can so distraught thy Faith's remain!
Copyright © Paula Larson