Why must i speak..

Why Must I Speak?

Why must I speak? What drives my tongue to flame,
As though a boy with secrets not his own—
Who, reading truths too grave to name,
Now shouts what should be pondered, not be known?

The thought, once lit, ignites my waking breath,
A secret not of shame, but sacred pain;
It weighs upon me like a dream of death—
For others’ wounds, my soul must bleed again.

Faith in the Lord? No riddle lies in that—
The path is narrow, steeped in sacred lore.
But men grow weary, and the world grows fat,
And few can hold their course to Heaven’s door.

My secret, friend, is not just prayer or creed:
Let soul and flesh be bound in loyal strife,
So neither one grows sick from the other’s need,
And both may walk the full long path of life.

Let not old age arrive a bitter thief,
To find you spent and stranded on the shore—
But taste life’s cup in joy, and not in grief,
Yet never drink as swine, who ask no more.

Partake of bliss, yet know from whence it came;
Remain a flame, not ash beneath desire.
For lust will set the soul and mind to shame—
And steal the wings that lift the spirit higher.

Without the light of wisdom’s guiding art,
No fleshly love shall ever see the skies—
He who would stand before God’s burning heart
Must first learn how to live before he dies