Heal

With winter's pass, reciting nature's spring forgets relapse, and ventures into bring. World's garment stretches to enfold and sing, its song's inhabitants now listening, but to cling. I cling to thought of Thee, my hope's conspire as Thee do surfeit self in moment's sire, still everlasting truth is not for hire, my cost in time's affording, ne'er aspire! The rounding of life's journey not replace with entities now thwarting for their trace. As not the effort warding, use disgrace to mobilize their fording, strength's efface. That higher vestige, let me climb inspired, no dogma chancing, nor taunt's override. I can go on, achieving heart's true stride though hurting inward, love is still applied! The soul's resource is healing - bona fide and Thee, am hoping find Thy own implied!