Some choose dying out and murder over being
Shun the goal of truth - Sacred dogma and relation
Between Creator and creation;
Trust more self than saintly rule,
Unwitting, that lacking fidelity
To the only truth is shunning the way
To their truth and sway.

Some espouse sins deadly
Over - ever present - grace all-glorious,
Unwitting that willing falls block lavish graces
Doubters in the truth, in the Highest Good
Are doleful destroyers and despoilers
Of their own rapture and joyance.

Still, love wills the highest good for self
And the other's meant and greatest wealth.
True obedience takes away our weakness
Supplanting it with treasured meekness,
With power and strength heavenly
While, love of suffering seals the doom of evil,
Purifying our love for Deus.

The way of truth - the way of True Vine
Always guides to virtuous - life divine -
A tangible testifier of creature's elevation
Steady as a rock cause for mortal's elation.

Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.

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