Poetry

Veil of Pride

Why do I always ask the heart,

For leave to cherish it as art?

Why do I give it center stage,

While walking through this present age?

A question grim, a question drear,

You see me from a place of fear.

You know I speak the truth in love,

Yet hearts are hearts, and yours a dove.

Where are you now? Where is your face?

A scathing river hides that place.

I do not know, I cannot find,

A way to see or glimpse your mind.

This effervescent flow of pride,

Can I condemn, should I subside?

Its source is neither yours nor mine,

Yet both may use to draw the line.

Sorrow floods my pained soul,

Yet God is God, who makes me whole.

I shall not turn my back to you,

But ask for what will see me through.

The veil, if it holds, is just,

I do not question it, or us.

But He knows best, the truth He holds,

Let faith be key while life He molds.

~ D.S.