Love

 

So much we hear that “Love’s” the Answer true

That numb we be to wisest words e’er said.

What can we do to right this wrong, what do?

We know ‘tis true, if e’er we have most cared.

The world would self-destruct if Love not here.

Creation would fall of weight its own, for sure.

These be not words unthought by me, not mere

Prattling of thought uncouth or thoughts that lure

With good anticipation—but do mean

A bit of glory, truth to tell indeed.

These words of Love are potent, sure, nay dream

They mean the world to us on earth, in seed.

The flower that blossoms from all Love is true.

It keeps us safe in world unsure—n’er rue!

 

1/21/2019

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Health

 

My Father God, You would not fret o’er health,

And so, my Dearest, why should I, at all?

You heal me with Your love, Your peace, Your stealth,

So quietly do You move.  You hear my call.

I drop the worries, here and now, I do.

My peace of mind is worth far more, foresooth!

N’er do I find You failing me, n’er rue

Your Name, n’er, n’er give Ye forgetful boot!

I keep You close in heart alway’ with love.

That solves all problems, worries, too, my God.

Your wrap me up with peace alway’, like dove.

To give less love to You is just to rob.

Thanks be to You for calmer mind right now.

You do o’ershadow mood so low and dour.

 

1/18/2019

Transform My Mind

 

Relief is writ on face of mine today.

Long questioning is o’er.  I know

The Answer sure.  Now just to writ, I say—

To wait and keep a profile, meek and low.

To ask for patient way be prudent, sure.

To ask to wait in peace, a good prayer, too.

Why hat confusion reigned?  Is it a lure

To love my God the more and more, n’er rue?

Yea, God doth take my mind and heal it of’t.

He wants my thought to be all heal’d, all right.

God doth not  want a child of His all soft.

He doth transform my mind with all His might.

God wants my mind all bless’d to be in truth.

Give Him free rein and all is well, foresooth!

 

1/13/2019

Pain O’er

 

Aft’ struggle long in living life e’erday,

‘Tis sweet to see an Answer straight from God.

Of course impossible to know if ray

Of hope come straight from God, my feet in sod.

But must look heavenly for Answer sure,

For now I do rejoice that pain is o’er!

I praise a bless’d response from Him, n’er rue.

Pain that is gone can open blessed door.

I am so glad answer sure, surcease

Of pain anticipated now.  My heart

Doth sing for this dost give new lease

On life for me.  With joy I sing like lark.

Thanks be for hope aroused today for sure.

This happiness in God is but a lure.

1/10/2019

To Hold So Tight My Soul

 

I ask to know when time my death might come.

A bit of warning, yea, for ready want

To be.  Ye know the suffer’ whence I run.

My eye is veil’d, my house surround by moat.

Do I fear death, my God Divine, so lov’d?

Yea, know its mysteries doth fright’ my mind.

I thank that long have ye so gently rubbed

Away the scare that I have feared a sign.

To go in peace to shore of death I need.

Your Love to feel in depth most time in day.

Surround’ by Love and hope in heart indeed,

I will so walk clear way—in Your sunray!

I ‘scape from fear of death as Love enfold.

Ye know just how to hold so tight my soul.

 

1/1/2019

 

Fortitude, No Cushion

 

I thank Ye, my dear God, for health abound’.

“Tis not a thing to take so lightly ev’r.

“Tis proof, I think, that more to do all round

Is in Ye will for me, so say, I dare?

Keep me in earth, my blessed God in deeds

That honor You with Love and peace and joy.

Do stay by me.  Without You we slight reeds

Are constantly.  I need ask no more.

I say to Ye in humble word alway’.

I ask Ye Presence feel, so keen, so sharp.

I dedicate my time, my hands, my day

To Ye as seek e’ermore to do my part.

I dedicate my health to Ye good wish.

I ask for strength in fortitude, no cush’.

 

1/5/2019

 

My Fondest Prayer

 

My dear Lord, One Who gives an Answer true:

I came to You with open arms today.

Straight way ye cured my heart of mood so blue.

I do so thank You—sure!  What more I say?

“Tis best to sit all quiet, in prayer, foresooth!

Ye know what words I’d say when words do fail.

Ye know I follow You, intent like Ruth

Who follow’d Naomi through hill and dale.

Yea, follow You the same.  Cannot ev’n live

Without Your Love.  Impossible to think!

When ye do pour out Love, and to me send

Your blessings, I bow way low, all mild and meek.

I need Ye, God, my fondest prayer recite.

I reach for You, in Love, with all my might.

 

1/2/2019

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