A minor poet on the internet,
I still believe the call, or the vocation,
to praise the stellaring faith, in poetry,
a witness in this present generation;
and, also, as time passes, to another.
Despite the devil's constant derogation,
his dark, relentless strategy (to smother
some verses) will fail, quashed by the inspiration
bestowed by Mercy through boundless Grace
(by which we are redeemed, in this time and place).
In these poems and measured lines, I trace,
contours of the fellowship of those who are
saved by the Christ, the Bright and Morning Star;
the Joy of the Faith, the Common Salvation,
which is and shall always be my soul's chiefest exultation
in the Orthodox Church, that great congregation
wherein is directed my Prayer Rope's starward inclination.
These cannot be squelched by human perfidy.
Redeemed, we praise Him, as I do and have done in this poetry
and as I pray to continue throughout eternity.
Starward, an Orthodox Christian
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