Scruple's Flaws

using Tamerlane verse (Edgar Allen Poe) As windows on this world get stuck; disgust demands space on the lip. Events I have not thought about reveal hatred, make me upchuck and fills untrusting minds with doubt. Men’s base unkindness gets a grip attacking vision with its whip. When insult renders reason flat without question, the end is that. No hope - political affairs, instead I offer frequent prayers and leave off worry, spin and cares. I probe God’s promise verse by verse unearth a blessing sans a curse. To find His voice removes the strain and clears the fog off windowpane. Man’s self-control declines with time suspicion, vitriol are primed. Determined thought will never still discourtesy as major cause. Respect needs willingness to chill for biased minds feed scruple’s flaws. January 9, 2020 Dear Heart's Contest: Take the Dagger Out