Road To Perfection Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Road To Perfection



We behold a common error,
imperfection at its best.
We try to hide our faults,
pretending to win this test.

Vainly we go along,
our glory hid in our shame.
Dare to lift our heads,
as we play this life's game.

As we enter altar's parish,
our prayers consumed by desire.
Earthly wealth our pursuit,
drenching the baptism of fire.

The Holy spirit now hovers,
then lands upon us like a dove.
Our hearts finally open,
dying we welcome the birth of love.





Copyright@2006 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 06 January 2010

True, the rest of GOD goes beyond understanding.

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hello there.. this poem is super fantastic.

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