Purity 2
Purity is dignity turned round,
And held up from inside, rather than out…
It picks up all the possibilities
And measures them
Like a tailor marks a clout – with care… with CARE…
As if a mere rag were a wedding suit
It concerns itself not, with
Whether it is seen by anyone
Or no-one,
It plays the same game, always.
It is the integrity within integrity,
An innocent desire for perfection, that harms no-one in its search
A saint saying prayers, because he loves to say the prayers.
That’s purity.
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019
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