Epistle Viii - Maronite Pilgrim
(I)
Baptism,
the fountain
where the Father's
aqueous embrace
wipes my slate clean
(II)
Conviction,
a luminous crown
elevated atop my dome,
my compass through
the labyrinth of creed
(III)
Compassion,
the javelin of Christ
incandescently
piercing the veil of
self-righteousness
(IV)
Modesty,
am impenetrable mantle
woven from
the unflinching
fibers of rectitude
(V)
No thorny thicket,
nor bed of nettlesome spikes
can wrench my abjuration
No despotic lashings
nor the edge of
a gladiator's trident
shall prise from my lips
the renunciation of Christ
(VI)
As my convictions
confront the gleaming edge
of Caesar's blade,
my proximity to my Lord
intensifies like a Maronite
pilgrim drawing
nearer to Annaya
For my God
towers over the
false idols
crafted in the forage
of a marketplace,
profaned by
human hands
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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