Saint Paul, King Solomon, and Dante---each
of you composed deep lines of farthest reach.
Your words traced the contours and compass of
our God, Whose very essence is all Love.
Your testimonies never fail, despite
some disbelievers' wishful slur or slight.
The monstrous ego of this present time
prefers---the horrible to the sublime;
prefers---to taint the pure with grimmest stain;
prefers---to crush all pleasure into pain.
The greatness of your thought, in faith and trust
will stand when lurking perverts are dead dust.
They are like piss-ants, grubbing for an hour
beneath the shadow of your lofty tower.
Starward
[jlc]