After sixteen years of drought he leaked in;
Where nobility saw a profession,
He saw that mindset as rooted in sin,
For him the Church was God's true expression:
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Early, he nearly met Him with great haste,
But there was still so much work to be done;
Their sins, he made the local leaders face,
But for the hardest hearts he had not won:
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A knife's edge was once placed against his throat,
But his piety smoothed their blade and soul,
But against carnal living he still wrote,
Though some of the rich shunned his message whole:
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Despite all the corruption, you preached pure,
Through dark waters, a path for light I'll clear.
BINABASA MO ANG
Saintly Sonnets
PoetryA collection of sonnets based around saints. I just need something else to write about.
