Poverty

Treasure, beauty, freedom,
but rarely possessed
for fear
of losing everything
we do not already have.
A sad longing remains always
alone with ourselves,
reminding us
we are not yet
true lovers.

Chastity

Man all afire
begs to make answer,
his unworthy heart seeks
another way
to prove it’s love.
All too sure
that even bitter disbelief
desires nothing more
than to burn for this peace.

Obedience

Many call me ‘fool’
for I serve a Master,
and the master I am not.
While many scale such lofty illusions grand
I am content with climbing meager truth,
a daunting reality imposing itself upon me,
reveals how little I am.
A man, a simple man
born a slave but freed by the Master,
one whom now I choose freely to obey
that I may remain not a fool.