Engagement
Faith, folly to think I could practice in pure place
What is given to forge the torrents of disgrace
And bring the sinner face to face with stength
To hope through darkness, and invisible realms
And find the courage so different, yet confident
The stains upon the shoes are fluid flower stems.
So I through you claiming full account of grace
Pander not to toxic foibles, nor men's distaste;
But through the lonely journey where all alone
Must bear shadowed snarls of death, I defy
The demon, disconnect earth, with all self thrown
Upon the power strong and yet so ever shy.
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