Of Promises Kept

All apologies required as of now, Salvation's it's own at-ease respite. A peace for that which we raise as we sow, Thirst and hunger are the timed rows we tend. The dawning accord, the day's whole hope, To delight in night's tranquility. This day 'mongst days, in these hours of 'mongst hours, This coming together in joyous feast, As our pasts' are always all forgiven, And, future history, as yet unwrit. We accept that time is our daily meat, We sit ourselves down and pray our intent. Our bounty is nothing if it's not shared, Of promises kept, potential made whole, For Truth is found by the Grace of the Lord.