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
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.
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019