
People—well, men—
Have this knack for
Overestimating their own
Enterprise in religion!
By God!—women raised them;
Evangelism—women embody.
People ought to know,
Against all delusions,
Life is meant to be lived.
Money is meant to be given.
Every soul is worthy of
Redemption now!
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection.
This poem draws inspiration from a nineteenth-century woman whose faith carried a distinctly Methodist doctrine beyond denominational boundaries. It considers the women who embodied evangelism, the men who claimed its enterprise, and the redemption that belongs to every soul.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

Tomorrow, Macabre Monday:
Devilishly Dreadful
The Mysteries of Washington

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