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June 1, 2020
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Upon the Indispensability of Doctrine – Edwin J. McAllister

Think of every day beginning again,
Needing all your old truths reconfirmed
Of every night’s reflections ending in
The kind of thoughts that got Servetus burned.
Imagine stepping daily out of bed
And into running water or a heap
Of tracts composed by heretics long dead
That piled up there while you were asleep.
At times I fear a creed is just a nail
To hang our souls upon before we sleep,
A spike to pierce the tract where we’ve detailed
The promises that someone else must keep.
I grip the spike and sleep and dreaming see
The nail pierce through the hand that’s gripping me.


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