Progress

I rely on words
To speak to the sane.
Already Wales is
Marginalized pain.
.
Madnesses : the gifts,
Provisions divine,
Forces for goodness
In terms of God’s rhyme.
.
Plato was correct.
The truth is his sound.
Progress is not some
Strange meaningless ground.
.
Advancement : goodness
Nearer to the flame
Of Jesus,sweet Lord.
We know His sweet name.
.
I burn these short words
On  altar of hope
Because my belief
Enables me cope.
.
Progress,the virtue.
The gift of a sound.
Progress is not some
Strange meaningless ground.
2017-06-14T13:18:31+00:00

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