Tend Thy Orchard, Its Bad Limbs Prune Shall thee let hope hold firmest sway, Live life well now, without delay; Enjoy the beach and its cool nights Walk under moon's soft beaming lights. Remember sorrow comes with grey, Relief shall come if one but prays: Yet thy heart must seek, stay in tune, Tend thy orchard, its bad limbs prune. Hold thee deep, virtues that are good, Rarely say, if only I could; Be given more, my days are hard Life now deals me very bad cards. Send me more, I deserve it all: I bow and answer thy hard call, Reward me for my greater work, For my duty I never shirk. Tis' best to in a humble way, Sacrifice more, asking no pay; Enjoy hard tasks, thee are blessed, With those unseen hands that caressed, Faithful Hearts and Souls from the start, Joined in truth that which never parts. Embrace the favors in Truth's Light, Fear not demons of darkest night. Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2018 RHYME, ( Tribute to Christina Rossetti )
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