Discerning

If this which I know a lie

Resounds within me, setting every nerve aflame,

Coursing quick in my blood

Roaring in my heart

Is the truth or am I askew?

Surely my heart must be restrung,

Nerves retrained

Veins pumped with scalding reality.

Test them not by feel, for my sense of touch has strayed.

Until I am mended, faith must lead

And heart follow, obedient to its cross

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