The fear within fears not the fear without
the confines of my thought, my thought unbounded
by certainty, corrodes beneath my doubt
the stone on which I thought my thought was founded.
The coursers coursing course my hare of thought
fast fleeing through green fields beneath a sun
which gives what is and also what is ought
an equal weight how'er the race is run.
"Upon this stone I build my church" He said.
Yet on shifting sands his rock was founded
and by his words was I uncertain led
to find myself by endless doubt surrounded.
The Pillars of The Temple weigh the roof
yet fear and doubt demand a better proof.
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