I had another dream of you.
We spoke of life and theology.
You fell in the camp of, “Do.”
I stood on the side of, “Be.”
You disciplined your soul:
Remonstrance and restitution.
Diligent to a higher goal
Beyond our human constitution.
Selfless seeds of Saint
But your soil is sterile.
You cannot see it taints
Piety towards peril.
I wept for you, in dream,
Waves to water your seeds,
But our noble hearts still teem
With the sordid side of deeds.
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