Someone Else

I thought once that God

Would confer nobility

Upon my lowest state,

My soul’s debility.

But I’ve been taught

A saint’s no poor waif:

Rather a saint is the one

Who suffers with faith.

Where there is no sense,

When pain’s your self:

Heed the callings

Of someone else.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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