Monday, November 11, 2024

MAKE THY BED


MAKE THY BED


A wise young sage to me once said

"Rise in the morn and make thy bed"

Great wisdom this was to my mind

That helps me pause and then rewind

To set in order, start of day

I set aright the bed I lay

And put to sleep the past I messed

To start anew on paths now blest


So tuck the corners make them tight

To stead the weight that's placed tonight

Then smooth the sheets of wrinkles made

To wipe the slate of struggles weighed

Now fluff the pillows plump as hens

That from the mind your worries cleanse

Pledge, make thy bed, set habit fast

Receive its strength and blessings vast.


Sunday, November 10, 2024

VENUS




VENUS


O Venus, Venus Gaia's twin
Thy rocky surface, hot as sin
Lo brightly shines this jewel-crust crown
E'er draped in starlit ebony gown
Your sultry shine cause all to gaze
But closer look we see your haze
Your smuld'ring clouds of toxic breath
They lure all living to their death
So long ago thy surface shaped
Was once a lush blue oceanscape
Volcanic cones now dot your skin;
They bellow clouds to their chagrin
E'er raining wastes at rapid rates
Doth make us think of Earth's own fates
O Venus, Venus Gaia's same
E'er slowly turning round in shame

Saturday, November 2, 2024

LET GO

 


LET GO


If would the World but willed to friend and foe

Of dove and olive branch this troth to show,

If would we only but this act be known

To set aside our sharpened spear or stone

And pledge our trust to He above alone

That He for us and for our foes atone

To bury that which bruise and breaketh bone

Or bend its ore to plows that prune and hoe

And with these tools make verdant gardens grow

Then we this people blind to what we owe

May once again seek out this truth to know

That He has mapped prophetic paths to go

Which lead through fields as white as fallen snow

So choose this day to let Him work and sow

Within your hearts to beat and ever flow

A peace once preached from thither long ago

When stood we all in wondrous glory's glow

Return with me, let lion and the doe

Together rest and cease their endless roe

Repent from this our constant heavy woe 

And rise to heights from darkest places low

Inherit now His celestial sealed chateau

Hate's heavy weights, let go, let go, let go

WITHIN THIS STONE

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