How bold can one be when left unchallenged?
Let he who is saintly, be first to chide
For arrogance lurks in the face of pride.
Let he who is sinless, be always right
For he has nirvana in plainest sight.
Let questions be posed and answers be shared
For he who has doubt is the least prepared
And one day a moment, seeking to win
Goodness prevails, but tastes bland, unlike sin.
Contentment and hope, what more can we ask
In strangers and loved ones and all who we are
Temptation abounds, and our one small task
To stay on our track, no matter how far.
Let those be the words that are now decreed;
Temptation is nothing, it’s love we need.
Saints Sonnet is a poem © Ms Moem 2012.
