There is an expectation to be right.
And some the nature or the culture serve.
And few are they who only serve the light.
It seems like people do not have the nerve,
since faith and hope is what they do deserve,
not love. Much better is to be by God –
much better being for God to observe,
not under but in power of the rod.
This poem is a huitain, that is a poem made out of a stanza of the ballade. This poem is published on my site "Forms of poetry" | here |.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here | and of "My Freshly Brewed Life" | here |.