Humanitarian
The last incentive, souls be found
in large, monopolizing's wait
wrong's closeness, jeopardizing sound
and even breath ways lose relate.
That joint remorse, my neighbor's frowned
to but cause worry, replicate
my higher level, hope's astound
is bartered down to captivate.
The slavery of unholy bound
does figure out its own remorse,
tries chastity with futile ground
its smallness building ~ decimates.
The nothingness content to scowl
and act important, underrate
intimidation's constant growl
the ego maniac's known gate!
Were greatness but from Faith's relate
or known assumptions caustic sown
must change my method, contemplate
and leave my brother's curse alone!
Oh God, but center my ingrate
to prayers console, restoring tone
loss' need do reconcile abate
to gather measures truth consoles!
The all of mercy, healing's fate
is in our own hands, carry's hone
lives driven to the edge, full weight
must lift together ~ to bring home ~
the love God gave us . . . . as His own!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2014
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