Fast and Cheap Example

The night was cold and damp with clouds upon
The face of Selene, dimming radiance,
Encouraging dark deeds and wicked fun,
With murders and mayhem and games of chance.
Over again they churned there in my mind:
The thoughts, the memories, the imaginings.
My hands in Abel’s blood, I could not find
A way to cleanse the stain or salve the stings.
Would morning ever come? “Look to the east!”
I hearkened to the voice and turned around
Away from my thoughts, away from that beast.
In the east of my mind a quiet sound,
A small light shone, dimmed and filtered by thought,
’Til I made my way to what God had wrought.

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