I came a while ago to learn
To watch, to teach, and to transform.
I came with truth, it would not turn—
This world that demands one conform
To be called a part of the norm.
I came forth a while ago to find
Anyone whom I could inform
And place renewed hope in their mind.
I stayed a little while to churn
Within each soul an inner storm
That, though it might feel a hot burn,
It would spark some holy reform;
Rather, it rose up a huge swarm
Of haters to arrest and bind,
To try, to judge, to then deform
The place that renews hope of mind.
I’ve been here a while—time to burn
Rhetorical rubber and form
A collective of folk who yearn
To open their hearts and to warm
Them, never to let them malform
To a “religious” place—confined—
Where idols and dogma are born
To renew false hope in their mind.
To my people, the Church, please learn
To open up now—don’t be blind—
For love’s message will never burn
Renewable hope in your mind.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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