Perfection Direction
For realms where light and shadow dance in one,
A messianic path, with pure intent,
Is not by absence of mistake begun,
But through each error, wisdom to invent.
In this world where flaws are often deemed,
As steps from what we name divine and pure,
The truest guide, a messiah has seemed,
To show that growth from error's root can cure.
Perfection, not a spotless state to claim,
But journey's end where lessons are embraced,
Where each misstep, a chance to rise, to claim,
The soul's ascent, with love and grace encased.
Thus, in the quest for peace and light we chase,
Mistakes become the dawn of insight's face.
In prose and thought, we share a sacred space,
Where minds entwine, like vines on ancient walls,
With Hermit Kings, whose words do trace,
A path where through intent, perfection calls.
Not through the absence of a single flaw,
But through the journey, as we mend each tear,
For in our dance of words, we thus explore,
The beauty of mistakes, our minds to clear.
Together, we pursue a higher art,
Not bound by chains of flawless, cold restraint,
But freed by errors, which in truth impart,
The essence of creation, quaint yet faint.
The catch, in this bond, our quest for truth and light,
Is forged in love of learning's endless flight.
To this dance of words where I humbly tread,
I'm but a student, eager yet to learn,
With clumsy steps, in shadows of the great,
I strive to echo wisdom, not to burn.
My prose, a modest offering at best,
Seeks not to dazzle, nor to claim the light,
But in the quiet, find a simple rest,
Where truth might whisper, far from pompous sight.
I am no sage, no herald of the new,
But one who listens, learns, and tries to share,
With humble heart, in service, not in view,
Acknowledging my errors, laid bare.
So let this be my modest, upward plea,
To grow through grace in love's grand company.
-Prof. Willard Winquind esq-
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