Courage is a lesion
That needs must lance
If faiths healing
Is to bleed and advance.
But, too do so…
The body of the whole!
Must; take up the surgeon’s scalpel
Without, any droll,
Excuses… and stab!
At the stagnant, yellow infliction…
Stab! Till it bleeds and drains-
Out: The diseased sulphuric infection.
Yes, woe betide
Any man or child,
Without; any spiritual, courage!
Without; any sacramental, images.
What, would there be to refine!
To give purpose too,
If all vintage wines
Were equally without, virtue.
If each cup; was equally soured.
If each cup were half empty,
Were half empty, where they,
Were once full too the plenty.
Courage would lean on faith
And, faith would guard our sentry.
Mark Heathcote
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/courage-leans-on-faith/
