remembering George Fox
He poached in the English shires
for the dissenting souls he cherished.
And channeled what came to him
straight into his journal.
So we was taught to do good unto all
but especially to the household of faith.
He read the prevailing winds of doctrine
and his hurry attends to what is timeless
buried in a history of habit.
There are entries in the Journal for this.
What he wrote out
is a story squarely in your face
the history of salvation
. . . I had declared the truth to both
the priest and the people and showed
them the deceit they lived in. . . .
Hostile parsons and jail were nothing new.
About his life there was nothing easy.
To keep the record accurate
he took notes. And tallied the human sum
like the outlier he was. From whichever side
of the prison wall.
Correction: The print version had “our” for “out” in line 11.