Humility
When Stern candlelike transcendence of Laws abides within me Always,
I am blissful in the Integrity that I am.
I dream a song bereft of any expectation
I am alive again and again
Better to be me, than to eliminate all possibility.
Ahead of me are two forks in the path.
I take the one that bellows.
Complete, I, in a festival of Living,
Illumined by a lonely Light.
Therefore, whatever stands against transcendence must not prevail
Unless He be the King, He could be anybody, really... You?
For He has bought my Heart and Blood with a Price.
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019
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