Rewards
Reward me not in empathy
a day forgotten in esprit
is not my loss - the memory
seems far outspoken sympathy!
Remember then, the hell we shared
remorse o'er target, thee instead
became my virtue - God's embed,
a promise loving more thy tread!
Forgiving tangled paths re-webbed
and even saming, dulled exceed.
Why more the numbers - bled is bred,
while I unshaken pray Faith's deed!
Far off - windbreakers weigh my head,
I Am - I Am - all hope, God said,
if this avow tarried or fled,
then rewards muster, truth out led~
is silenced . . . fondled actions read!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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