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.