". . . mollia sunt parvis prata terenda rotis . . ."
---Propertius, The Elegies, III:3
"Now is my way clear, now is the meaning plain:
Temptation shall not come in this kind again."
---T. S. Eliot, Murder In The Cathedral, I
Faith, and a wise Poet, have said to me
that poems meant to respond to controversy
do not partake of Christian courtesy,
nor bear a good witness to Christian mercy.
Forgiveness in me took a fall and a fail:
even in the sound of the drawl of betrayal
of offered friendship, it must still prevail
(Forgiveness, I mean). I ask you to pray
that my small wheels may keep to the way
that leads to the softer, cultivated field---
to gather from that site a fruitful yield.
And when my call, starward, shall appear
(and that prospect may not be very far
in the future), I want my conscience to be clear
when I meet, face to face, the Bright and Morning Star.
Starward
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