“Faith Is Free”
Faith is free, of course, a property of all alike, the bailiwick
Of the interrogative with as many illusions guaranteed
As can be found in Stations of the Cross, the clock, or compass in degrees.
Memories are given domicile in a wilderness of thought transfixed
And sanctuary in subtlety and commonality. This much
Is certain. What we expect to endure is exploited, full blown
Through reticence acquiring rule in habits as home-grown
As planters’ warts, or crabgrass, mental errors in such
Enigmatic rude profusion that in time, although forewarned,
That fearsome self-inflicted rage from which only fools recover
Or escape–and even so as if by accident–cannot discover
The disease in time to flee where the Philistine attacks in swarms.
Questions, then, provide the yeast of faith and yet another queue for treason;
Answers, delusions, if caught in time; but certitude, eternal cure in any season.
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Tagged Aging, Certitude, Existence, Faith, Lyric Poetry, poetry, Sonnet, Tragic Flaw
Mark resurrection in increments of death and blend
All distillation as talismans to all things living. Disappearance
Then, after all is splendrous reappearance,
Redesigned to bind all broken promises sent
Comfort like the sun for the faithful and the lost.
Seek confirmation, then, within the mind and soul,
but look to it, friend, in the end as the beginning never folds
Nor those who look for solace in the frosts
Of faith and knowledge; losing teases search
And then is gone. Certitude rises in the East,
With eyes held skyward to the West. Fortitude abounds in inward feasts
Of broad intention, tone and pitch and blessed with inspiration reaches
Patience in the present, memories of the past,
And perspicuous signs held in escrow first to last.
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Tagged broken promises, Certitude, Death, distillation, East, Faith, faith and knowledge, fortitude, frosts, Knowledge, living energies, talismans, West