Debbie Guzzi Poet Rhyme

Earth Tithes

From the beginning to the end, Earth tithes.
Round the circle of eternity, she writhes.
Seemingly full, ripe, and undeniably free,
O God, be merciful to she.

Filling receptacle with such riches untold.
A harvest, a bounty, rare beauty enfolds.
Spreading love not greed is our Creators one decree
O God, be merciful to she.

Go form trusting companionships by the score,
let go of all avarice, hunger no more,
Feast on the comfort of kindnesses just be.
O God, be merciful to she.

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Justin Bordner October 30, 2012 at 12:49 PM The most reasonable tithe that I can fathom at this moment is the giving of our bodies back to the earth when our Passing has commenced - J.A.B. %

Joann Grisetti October 11, 2012 at 3:06 PM Your lovely poem reads like a kyrielle. I really enjoyed reading the peacefulness this afternoon. Debbie Guzzi October 11, 2012 at 3:36 PM yes Joann it is morphing!