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An Imperfect Life poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald |
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Here and Now
You seek a music, prompting you to write? Try fear, a south wind blowing ill at home; a “marching as to war” will surely come, A Christian moral squad to right the fight. Belief was never cause for martyrdom except afar, or in some distant times; but now protection of civility declines pillars of freedom, prison walls become. Surprise! Surprise! The enemy is here; none but your Christian colleagues cut you down For you the painful thorns, for them the crown their road ahead, their good and evil, clear their Kairos comes to give the world a push their great “I am” speaks from the burning Bush.
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