Paula Larson Poet Rhyme Royal

Love's Confession

Earmarked confusion, thee as my content
of elsewhere, did I go, inspire ~ suggest
my own derivative of poll, my heart's inquest
was faulting as my own, and thee repress!

So, joy the ultimate of truth were test
I could but score eternal if duress
were limited to my faith, while others pressed ~
ne'er so, my hope was fallen, not in quest!

And so the matter, callings, gave me blest
it were the definition of all else, at best
before that I was lost and sullen, lest
so in thy eye, dear soul, what could confess?

It were rhetorical concern, life's taught excess
I did not know my sin, 'til so addressed
by now, with failing atrophy's express ~
I did not know thee, Lord, I could not rest!

The moment's truth from knowing thee as guest,
is thus the knowing's symbol, not impress
and what was lacking prior to arrest
was ignorance of hope, it's wholeness wrest ~

Not tithing of all mercy, truth's compressed
but filled with heaven's serving . . . love's conquest!

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