Purpose asks for its due
by breadth of virtue in certitude
or stepping far from the path
while angels hold relevance
except when the imps delight
to dance by pale of moon's light
asking all to bend a head
with frank acknowledgment
each an exercise with intent
to claim integrity in itself
even as society
is inclined to damn one half
still the purpose must exist
to confirm God in all of us
each has a place to surely thrive
before the day when we die.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190929.
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