Dear Kind, Almighty, Heavenly Father:
What to ask for in a prayer I'm not so sure;
I'll ask from my heart and hope an answer.
What do I want? A few words to write down.
I don't even wish for any renown:
Happiness comes from the taste of a noun.
Please protect and nourish my family
(Even the ones with conduct unseemly).
And please bless my friends who have been worthy.
May we live our lives without starvation
With enough wealth to avoid privation.
Bless strangers, too (my concatenation).
Help the unrighteous find their way to grace:
The intended goal for our entire race.
There certainly is more than enough space.
To me leave a pen, paper, and window.
I can record light's crepuscular glow:
The sky's prism low upon its plateau.
And Lo, I take upon myself the Name
And say these things to spread his lustrous fame.
Because of the Lamb, the Lion is tame.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Poem: Spiritus sancti
I am the still and silent voice.
I am mankind's every choice.
I am the good and the bad;
I am life's being happy and sad.
I am love and peace, and repose.
I am this life's highs and lows.
I am the light and the dark;
I am the graceful and the stark.
I am always here and there,
I am every- and no-where.
I am the stars and the sun.
I am I, for there is only One.
I am the lost and the found.
I am, to my children, bound.
I am of every life, a part.
I am that fire that burns the heart.
I am the wind that dims desire:
I am the last flicker of that fire.
I am the time until the day
You turn back into the clay.
I am mankind's every choice.
I am the good and the bad;
I am life's being happy and sad.
I am love and peace, and repose.
I am this life's highs and lows.
I am the light and the dark;
I am the graceful and the stark.
I am always here and there,
I am every- and no-where.
I am the stars and the sun.
I am I, for there is only One.
I am the lost and the found.
I am, to my children, bound.
I am of every life, a part.
I am that fire that burns the heart.
I am the wind that dims desire:
I am the last flicker of that fire.
I am the time until the day
You turn back into the clay.
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