(a trifle)
A lie is easy to predict Because it always serves itself. But Truth in glorious ambush moves Like tigers through high heaven’s wealth. A just man is a stumbling stone On which Instubstance wounds its knee. His path is anchored in the Truth Which battles for him ceaselessly. But when you see self-sacrifice, And happy fervor for the good Of other than onself, be sure Behind it rears the flowering Rood. Cling therefore to that Standard Brave Whose sap is green with lifting flame, And neither net nor scheme of speech Shall hold you down, who bear His name.
This is a really great piece Schafer. where have you been all my life.Totally loved it.
I like to connect with poets here and As a poetry lover, I just subbed and glad I found you.
I'd like if you could check out my piece and kindly connect (Sub) back if it sticks.
I promise you'd love it.
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