A Good Sonnet for Our Turbulent Times

Palimpsest
by T.M.Moore

We try, but cannot fully scrape away
those ancient words engraved upon the soul.
We would instead compose upon the scroll
of our morality that which today
appeals, although we understand that too
will overwritten be at some point soon
enough. Whatever pleasing, wooing tune
is in the air, whatever views are new
and chic, we write upon our soul, and think
we are at least not out of step with what
the world defines as true and normal. But
we write such codes with disappearing ink.
Meanwhile, those ancient words of love for men                                                                              and God persist, and will bleed through again.