Holy Week
Heart feels deep pain for love lies slain,
Our faith and hope to know the truth;
Loss in sad strains though not in vain,
Yield to new scope that heaps fine proof.
Wise is the man who seeks to know,
End as you start to know the way;
Etch a poise then to sense a glow,
Keep a pure heart for peace to stay.
Endure dear child the middle path,
Now sets the gift of love that saves;
Death is not wild with grace enough,
Opt grand wise lift in soul most brave;
Work with insight that moves profound,
See that true light as love firms ground.
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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