Folly’s Zeal

Immodest child, Immoderate man, So, you think to slay dragons, By wit and prowess, Armed with nature’s sword. You think it cruel And mean-spirited, That a “good” God Choose to temper you, By merciful humiliation. He thwarts your inventions, And plans of glory. “All for God,” your dream, Yet you are at the center, With … Continue reading →