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How Much Faith
 


Martyrdom, steadfastness in the face of death
is seen by some as faith to the extreme,
the strength to hold out to your dying breath
only a virtue of which you might faintly dream.
Way more than most of us, of ourseves, ask;
in tight situations we cannot be sure.
Which path to choose...are we up to the task?
A true testing point; what could we endure?
Man, throughout History, martyrs have made.
Can we hope to emulate those earmarked for fame,
become so selfless we could make the trade,
famous, though dead; because we felt no shame.
Without that steadfast faith we could not stand;
ability is nought without courage on demand.


George Bernard Shaw: The Devil's Disciple-Act 3





By cherryk

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