The Flower, Hour And Power Of Providence Poem by John Sensele

Ideals won't die if I bite the bullet
Defending the right against the phony
Regardless of the popularity of the pullet
Who orchestrates the corniest cacophony.

Ideals thrive if I draw strength
From knowing God towers over every dominion
Regardless of how much fraud and discord decorate its length
Spoiling the social soup, adding the odious onion and its pinion.


Ideals draw their intrepidity
From the bulwark that underlies rectitude
Despite overwhelming shows of the stupidity
That sicken and seem to weaken fortitude.

Ideals cleave complacency and live another day
No matter what cabals the Devil convenes
As God's rearguards and vanguards pray
For spiritual strength to run in their victorious veins.