Homing
The day not spent in logic, soar esteem
gives bending of the way by fools that preen
for entity, while wholeness in thee mean,
no fullness rectifies its closest ream.
And virtue seeking less, does search its gleen
from yesterday, the taunt's continuing scene
does loosen not but goads to its extreme,
as faith confirms insight to might have been!
'Tis then I know God't trust to gather dream
and pursue to His just convicting scheme.
No castles of invest but wholeness' lien
is in thy homing's must ~ as closer, keen!
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