Take Sword
The days spent here, Lord, despicably I bent
unto the ogling, but to slow content.
And it were so ~ the eyes of man did rent,
so constantly, my soul, and leave me not with vent!
That now you say, "Take Sword",
and I am happily extent
to hear your thought, and why, and low repent,
"Take Sword" is gross, dear Lord I am so spent!
Take courage were the word, I could relent,
but "Sword", dear Lord, dear Lord
is this your meant?
I ask no more ~ the pressing must be pent!
"Take Sword" tall trees show more intent
as stately branches new, have not had dent.
"Take Heart" ~ if you had said, my own advent
could seem eternal, in this love's consent!
But now, "Take Sword" ~ which enemy resent
it being Thine alone ~ my own exempt?
"Take Sword", my Lord ~ take truth, take hope uncouth?
The echo of the victor while astute ~
Does know "Take Sword" is for the worse ~
"Take Love" ~ is more conduit!!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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