In an era long past, a man did rise,
With a resolute spirit and composed guise.
Thomas More, a soul noble and revered,
His courage and virtue, his goals endeared.
Born on England's shores, a bright scholar he,
A guiding light with a mind so free.
Mastering the law, wisdom he did gain,
In courts of justice, his brilliance did reign.
But Thomas' value surpassed mere law's might,
His principles unwavering, faith burning bright.
Defending what's right, his conscience held sway,
To truth and God, he'd never betray.
As Henry VIII's counselor, the crown he served,
A voice of reason, respect he deserved.
Immuned to power's allure, he stood tall,
His integrity like an unwavering call.
Yet dark clouds gathered, a tempest brewed,
Henry's demands grew harsh, his intentions skewed.
The king, unsettled by Thomas' stand,
Sought loyalty alone, a commanding demand.
In matters of faith, Thomas would not waver,
His conscience unyielding, his devotion forever.
He could not abandon his sacred oath,
His soul, his God, he'd never loathe.
As Henry claimed supremacy's reign,
Above Church and saints, causing Thomas pain,
He remained steadfast, guided by his creed,
His convictions unwavering, a beacon indeed.
The scaffold awaited, a somber scene,
Thomas faced his fate with a tranquil mien.
With grace, he embraced his impending plight,
His gaze fixed on heavenly realms of light.
In martyrdom's glory, his life did cease,
His name immortalized, a legacy of peace.
Saint Thomas More, an illuminating flame,
May your spirit guide us, in your virtuous name.
Let us cherish this patron, loyal and true,
His virtues shining in all that we do.
Saint Thomas More, our compass and guide,
Lead us through darkness with your righteous light.
*Composed
with minimum assistance of AI
No comments:
Post a Comment