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!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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