Each Day Awake
Each day awake
With a soaring heart
I face the earth anew
Baptized by nightly dew
And morning rain
I spring fresh fountains of love
Like a seed
In a sweet fruit -
I carry tree, flowers
And more of me in fruits
Of forgiving heart and compassion
And yet some still bite
With every bitterness of spite
And gnaw the taste of this pure thing
With venomed malice in their sting
These hatched in foul nights
Tells nothing restricts the festering of hate
It does not matter that I am innocent
There is always some whose life is incomplete
Without a regimen of wrath.
What stupidity will ask
In the hollow wisdom of pride
The cause for human bitterness
The origin of discontentment
Or makes a of logic a cause
Perennial ... that man does not act
Without external reason
I repudiate that fact
As a virtual construction of conceit
For hate exist
And will persist without a cause
Except the iniquity of the human heart
But each morning I bloom afresh
The gospel of Christ own righteousness.
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