Resolve Poem by Sara Militello
Resolve
Resolve
My soul heavy with gray unrest
I pace the floor from wall to wall
and back again;
as often I do when I think
of censure and strident law
withering gentle souls bereft
the flow of being who they might
and silently curse the arrogance
of those who deny what only God may.
Then I think again how I alone
may choose to bow or not.
Then I rest.
April 13,1994
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7/20/2025 12:42:51 PM # 1.0.0
A nice poetic imagination, Sara. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks