Earning
Misery has a voice louder than joy, in firming
as in transposing of the soul,
its journey ne'er returning,
cannot but guess then, where my yearning!
Have I foretold new grace, as candle burning
to so proceed my cause, enlightened learning,
I hear thy sound and closest to my heart
faith finds sojourning ~
That circle's parting would destroy
my strengths concerning.
So love, it is apart that nothing turns
~ but turning!
And it is close that then
my effort knows thy earning!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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