Falsehood of Pharisees, like yeast, ferments and aerates truth.
Hence, the path of those who chose to live in truth is not smooth.
Are ice slabs formed accidentally during spring nights strong?
So too, the deceptions of false prophets do not last long.
Truth, like precious gems, can't hide under the earth forever.
Bright days will reveal nightly evil's every endeavour.
As spring birds sing in harmony, choirs in a sanguine tone
Deeds of loot and murder done secretly will be made known.
What use is the physique once the psyche from it is gone?
Could those who kill the body bring to the soul a new dawn?
Each little creature is cared for by Abba the Almighty.
Why, then, fear the frail flaunters who, verily, are flighty?
Embrace the truth! Shun from falsehood! Follow the law of love!
Aren't you peerless, you asked, carved in the hands of God above?
Categories:
flaunters, jesus,
Form: Sonnet