An Uncauterized Wound... Poem by Brett White

Poetry flows from my Soul,
An uncauterized wound,
Whose blood never ceases its flow.
My eyes grasp stars, attuned;

And Heart, swooned, I feel.
Do not neglect a single chance,
For pride and avarice to kill.
And in rain's midst, to dance.

Burdens may weigh me down,
The Sun may torch my skin,
In pain I may have drowned,
But in God, I shall depend.

His Majesty, omnipotent, Eternal,
Is the cornerstone of my being.
So come Heaven or Fire Infernal,
His Holy Grace, I never stop seeing.

And wasps may surround me,
Their stings I shall not fear.
For my love of the Sacred Trinity,
Though invisible, I hold so dear...