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Sweet hope has taught no truth more fair -
the soul should like a garment wear
divine righteousness; mine, threadbare.
I'm stunned by doubt that passes by
Christ’s majesty… to edify
man's shallow robes. Feet and hands lie
exposed to the world’s suspect eye,
rough clouds obscure and fog love's sky.
Emotions reign; disdain runs deep;
in dogma’s cup, reactions steep.
Snubbing the Spirit’s sway, men sweep...
rejecting virgin birth; their drill
denying Sonship, overkill.
Launching trust as on a treadmill,
rather than reckoning God’s will.
Devotee daydreams his way uphill
leaving his faith at a standstill.
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written April 22, 2019
William Kekaula's contest: Impact and Metaphors
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2019
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