Silently
Be silent, Oh my heart and see
this feeling of descent.
Somehow, Oh God while kindness flee
my spirit pays the rent.
That fool's calm goading of espree
so viciously soft sent,
does empty slowly by degree
the grace to so repent!
Tis then, I pray for thy consent
as not defensively
to love me still, while others bill
their nonsense of resent!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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