Hope - A pious wine

Libertine! Rapacious serf! Zeteticly refined
Thro' silted muds of blasphemy we dug
Neath marshes of my soul to find an inkling
Of faith...of meaning deeper than myself
Mine eyes were mirror'd...ill vision - hexed
So much that when I gazed
Aching to imbibe...While
Throbbing to recieve! The flowing astral beatitude
Of Universal seas...and
"What?" you ask to me
Did mine eyes
(poetic Hecklers!)
In selfish lines of vision see?

A boy! Rapacious serf! A languid libertine! Begrimed!
Thro clays of self discovery we dug
Until within our hands we held an inkling!
Of faith...Of meaning deeper than ourselves!
Mine eyes begat compassion - fixed
So much that when I gazed
Yearning to imbibe...while
Thirsting to relieve!
The pain of fellow travellers
Crying to be freed! And...
"what?" They asked to me
Did mine eyes
(Philanthropic)
In selfless lines of vision see?

A friend...Detested sufferer! With deprication 'twined
Thro crusts of self-forgetting didst we rip
To hold, within our hands a vivid inkling
Of hope...something to save us from ourselves
Mine eyes, soon languid (calm), relaxed
So much that when I gazed
Longing now for nothing...while
Sipping mirthful sights...To know I stand another Orb
Athwart the stary nights...and
"What?" God asked to me
Did mine eyes
(Now humbled viewers)
In pious lines of vision see?

A Purpose...