In Broken Praise

Broken dreams, and smiles and flowers Grow apace throughout our fervid hours The times of wreaths and solemn nods The dearth; some worth and serried sods. The gathered few or many more The muted laughs, cross creaking floors The everyday, it pervades; this all It’s a gamut run; Christmas to fall We often can’t; yet sometimes will Observe our promise to hold our wills! Forgive our sins we fall so short Send angels Lord for we are bought. With blood and Love, not fully of this earth The sun moon, stars do bow, their worth. ©Joe Maverick 13-11-2022