Below is the poem entitled Ecce Ego Sto which was written by poet
Smalling. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Conviction like a drunkard sleeps
Too tired to think
Memory gifts of beliefs it keeps
Truth edged to brink
No new world order but the old
Crowd at Dura
One only stand by being bold
No matter now the fate of fire
The scoff of fear
The resentment of thin desire
I'm master here
My beliefs are destiny's goal
I for the cross
The cross for my savage soul
I dare no loss
Nor public doubt, nor rumour blind
This is my stand
Changeless, without pity's frail sign
Faith I command
Where is the best of us? The end
Of fool's passion?
Belief to thinkers I commend
Fools for fission.
What have we done with facts again
Weak minds still stray
Frantic to hold them without pain
The self is clay
Belief is based on better things
Though knowledge comes from even kings
I walk aloof.
I hold this place, standing now here
Amidst his grace
I disband pride or will to fear
I stand still chaste.
Here I stand, and cannot apart
The faith I learned
This is the fencing of my heart
Or I be burned.