Wednesday, May 20, 2015


If I am wrong, he cries, then
All around me lives and dies and,
Nothing is beyond and nothing
Carries on and all is lost to

But wait a moment, Brother,
See, that if you finish
All you start and courage follow
Where you lead and kindness fill
Your heart and just a speck of
Hope is all a man would
Ever need, all that would make you
Wrong? To heed words, not for
Glory, but for sake of what they mean?

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