They know not the way of fleshly love, <br />Those gnostic ones who praise above, <br />Searing decisions of the heart averted, <br />Cloistered confines content the soul, <br />For the candles and incense are whole, <br /> <br />Those tidy minds scouring the pain, <br />Of perhaps a soul's repent in vain, <br />Minds decided to hear of sins confided, <br />Death is the hallowed gateway to above, <br />Earthly cloth discarded for heaven's love.<br /><br />Alan Walsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obedience-3/
