The Confessor

Consistency is character that spells what no one reads again Habits other-centered distrusted, ridiculed, and yet sustained Altar and cross accepted is what love requires, the sharp flame Rinsing spirit of the flesh, humility's morning in earth's night Ark of the soul, the lettered truth believed, let none disclaim Conscience compass, and steady guide; the pure can see aright Truth only seen by those that look for truth, men find what they seek Envy or expectations crude will not deter what honor risks Resurging in that simple world where alone may stand and speak. Testify then not like the praised familiar, but in peculiar tones Earnest dreams, that in example unworded take the stair alone Silently upward neath the strain, to hear him sings who groans Tested by the views of earth, but higher yet the eyes enthrone Inspired bent of heart, that shall not be spoken for but applause Mortified flesh then must ever carry that immitated and holy scar Opportunities seeking to transform from shame the fallen cause Natal to the sin nurtured life, and be spent as candle instead of star. Ingrate this then, the self-willed fool who through that yields glory Anchored in the truth of faith's parable in the known unknown story Leaders of truth find their still waters in the shadows of death and war.