Complacent prayers upon untended ear
The stricken pose of piety
A generous portion made look the fool

Un-gilded words of glimmering façade

Now challenged truth rest within my breast
The beating chance of grace unfurled
To be seen

I charge at One for mercy…grace
This dance is no more for fun

The footprints…the carried
Each owner stands face to face
Not in malice…not of mistrust

But in need.





-J.G. Smith (09/30/06)