To God—True Love


Let me cocoon in love pristine from You.

If Ye doth love me fast, all will be well.

Let nada this day I would find to rue.

Enthrall my soul, keep it all safe, n’er sell.

When I do feel Your love, I am so kiss’

Life flows so very smoothly, good this day.

Let end my negativity—resist!

Let day be bright with sun, abounding ray.

I need Ye now, my God, my Love, my All.

Keep me so sound I know no fear nor scare.

Be with me now, list’ to me when I call.

I love Ye much, so much, as much I dare.

This be not error black, but truth to say.

This be true love, indeed, my God, this day.



In Plea to God

May, Lord, I not succumb to doubts and fears

But find You always in my need.  If trial

Bring dashed hope with months of pain, if tears

Unbidden flow, with force—make, Lord, as mild

My cross as You will choose, with knowledge that

You only have.  I ask not softness, Lord,

For such would weaken gifts You gave which at

Your feet someday I shall return.  That cord

Which binds our hearts as one is written in

The promise of Your Son.  Recall He said,

“The Kingdom is within.”  Unless I wring

You out my heart by deeds ungodly led,

Stay by me, Lord, possess my all, enthrall

My ev’ry wish.  Then can I feel You call.

4/4/1973; revised 2007


Answers in God’s World


“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”  ― Rainer Maria Rilke

The words say, “Love the questions!”—all day long.

Yea!  Then we find the Answers true.  Do stay

The course, for puzzles in o’r life have dawn

For sure.  The breaking day doth shine a ray.

A ray of hope and peace, solution found.

We need not fear to stay in dark, all blind

Nor fear to find ourselves turned round and round.

O’r God is better One than that—He’s kind!

A kind and loving Father, sweet and dear.

He wills to show us Answers true, in time.

Be patient as we walk the earth, a mere

Footstep small, balance keen, to follow sign.

O’r questions do become a test.  In time

We find the Answers true—from o’r God’s Mind.


When Times Are Hard


When things so bad do happen, what to do?

All things do teach us something real and good.

Do nothing e’re to fret, and naught to rue.

Lift up affect, do laugh a bit, raise mood.

This day will pass into oblivion sure.

Find gift to praise, for gift the day doth have.

O’r mood so low is but a chance, a lure,

A time cocoon inside, apply a salve.

“This too shall pass,” they do all say so oft.

‘Tis time to turn to Maker dear, o’r God.

His way is good and true, all strong, n’er soft.

A time of generations long, not mod’.

When we do turn to God when times are hard,

We benefit from chastening and the rod.


Entreaty to God


My God, my Dear, so sweet to me indeed.

Ye work with me to succor patience.

My fortitude, my aim, but slender reed.

Give me the cleanliness of perfect rinse.

Remove the blackness of soul’s impatience.

Give tolerance for others’ pain and fear.

Make me a mirror of clarity, not dense.

All this Ye can do, fast and sure, my Dear.

My patience and tolerance are needs

I have this day.   Shift attitude today

In me.  Do let me show a love in deeds.

This inner change will serve me well, I say.

Your patience with me, example fine.

I look to You, my Dear, and to Your Mind.



So Dear My God


Dilemmas do feel hard to solve ‘till turn

To God I do.  Then ease my way I find

In problems keen; a way to solve I learn.

So hard to calm my spirit, body, mind.

If first I turn to You, so soon, in peace,

My mind will straightway know the Answer sure.

‘Tis easy all the time.  I find new lease

On life, new joy, no more I do so rue.

Thanks be to Ye for way now shown to solve

A problem in my life.  Now things are smooth,

My blessings sure, no time for worry carve.

My life unfolds ahead, I’m on the move.

‘Tis good to know, erase the pain, so clear

I live my life, in You, my Love so dear.


To Give


My God, my Love, I thank for blessings true.

Ingratitude I would not have a part

Of me.  Likewise this day I would not rue.

‘Tis gift of many gifts ye bring in cart.

A cart from Ye doth overflow alway’.

Ye give and give and give from bounty full.

Just ‘tis your way, not count the cost, I say.

To give and give, alway’, is just your rule.

Do ye want me to do the same, I ask?

I know to give brings happiness to me.

‘Tis right to follow way ye show, to cast

My bounty far and wide, as far can see.

If I do give as ye provide for me,

I am so very blessed, and loved, I see.



The First Miracle


The wine had been all drunk that day, she said.

So Mary went to Jesus with fervent plea.

‘Tis not my time for sure, he said, though led

She quick to barrels dry, no wine ye see.

Fill up with water, he did say aloud.

And thus the miracle occurred forthwith.

Upon a taste the wedding guests—a crowd

Of drunken folk cried out surprise:  Ye dideth

Keep best ‘till last of wine served here this day.

Surpris’d we be that this ye did.  All quiet

They be, say naught to none, n’er look, n’er say

The drunken guests so calm they were, no rout.

A miracle we see today at Cana fair.

The first of Jesus, many more, naught rare.





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!





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.