A holy clan chief spares a peasant sheep thief
Seeking world and heavenly praise
A scrawny old crone with a cur shares her last bone
Whispering a gratfull grace
Fires gift may scorch fade and die a dimming torch
Seeds of faith strewn on stoney soil
To calm alarm in dead of night a steady flame alight
Needs conscious conscience toil
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