Preaching Truth To Vagabonds
Transcending the narrow confines of my mortal epistemology
Laying beyond the approach of conception or imagination
You mold me, caress me, and nurture me
So I can take celestial leaps of faith
Vaulting myself to the stratosphere
Incrementally immersing myself in your infinite absolution
Redrawn outside the lines of finite rationality
Glad tidings gush in my direction, as I unconditionally submit to you
And in haste, I call upon my companions to tenderly surrender their members
To give up their native endowments for your harvest
But if every ear is not fit to hear the truth
What good comes from preaching truth to vagabonds?
What good comes from planting seeds on barren rock?
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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