Divine Awakenings

His path was built on faulty blocks

And set upon unsteady sand

A stranger in our eastern climes

And difficult to understand.

Unknown the damage he might do

By feeding the fires of discontent

And yet the inner core was true

Though what he said was rarely meant.

For there are those who use the word

As weapon and as rapier,

To argue is their one delight

And truth is without substance there.

Still, good is captain of the soul

Waiting till the cage door swings

Then out will it fly and to our lives

Bring down divine awakenings.