Shown
That I had sheltered time's renown,
within my courage, rapt to own.
Not going forth to speak disown
as if some error finds condone.
This action, atrophies exponent,
and God's resounding, fades to drone.
My silent heart could curse unknown,
nor love, nor love for Thee not shown.
All light itself remains alone
while darkness gathers and is prone.
The storm, the storm resembles home
and love for Thee, remains a poem!
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