Yet [*/+/^] : Worship, According To Psalm 145

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 Common Salvation,

which is and shall always be my soul's chiefest exultation

among the redeemed of the great congregation;

as well as 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

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The poem alludes to Jude 3; and Psalm 35: 9 and 18.

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