Fraught with danger this daily walk,
As hand-in-hand we battle the foe.
Through foolish acts and foolish talk,
Into the darkness hence we go.
Faith–What faith we question still,
As answers yield no answers forth.
On hands and knees we climb the hill;
The devil tempts our mortal worth.
O’ the struggle, eternal test,
We try yet fail more oft’ than not.
Attempt as we may to do our best
It ends in sin and soul filled rot.
Yet for all our faults and feelings of loss
We’re assured of life through death on the cross.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thou has writtenth a lovely sonnet. 😉
I love Ye Olde English, even if I may not always useth it correctly. 🙂
Oh, but yes, you doth do – or is you do doth useth the Ye Olde words – oh blimey……..
Say that line 3 times fast, I bet you can’t. 🙂