Martin's Dream May Not Be Yours

I may not have the right to preach

As I may not have the ability to sing gospel

Or the relationship to call him Martin

(No rare meeting, no kin, no skin)

But that which we do have in common is strong,

For I am

In his words

A transformed conformist

Which is, by the way, a direct reference to Romans 12:2

A point easily forgotten by those sharing his passion but not his power

This much I know and claim-

Because we are brothers, bound by two common threads

The former now always taking precedence

Ignoring the latter such that any creed or crusade becomes his-

And I too am all too prone to put words in the mouths of the sleeping

It's an every day struggle (some call it jihad) 

To reconcile the heart and the head.

My saving grace, and Martin's too?

My man's not dead.