Good
Astringent virtue, antecedent's hope,
a calling from the Master denotes scope
to fire away my vestige interlude,
the sanction seems belittled by intrude!
And my ears plug with cadence, not my feud
that blaring indignation sensed to rude,
the grave occurrence shouting matters lewd
acquires my investment, misconstrued!
The penance of attainment must be shrewd
to not encounter violence, versus brood
and weigh the patience, God's or human mood,
as His direction points to anger's clued!
This then converts the stress to His thought's viewed,
I tame my counter measures as reviewed
to higher power's central line renewed ~
Thus training of the Spirit, God sees . . . . as good!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2008
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