Exorcism
A man who cannot tame his heart, control
Its snarling, wild excesses is a waste,
A waste and glory. He is like a scroll
With marring marks which cannot be erased,
Yet underneath them in a fuming gold,
The words of God, enflamed like Sinai,
Are smoking. Who would want to blank out bold,
Ferocious roars, who wish the tiger’s eye
To turn to beige and acquiescence? Run
From blasphemy! Uphold the will to be
Consumed by fiery love, and always shun
The knife that makes the soul an amputee.
..Place cowardice among the most reviled.
….Give freedom to the heart. Refuse the mild.