Touring
As time were spent upon thee, not concur
from some ungrateful attitude, some slur,
and then regret, my known in thy demur,
I would but think, why did I find occur
in thy occurrence, why this track impure!
With reasoning intact, I asked for cure
of all thy reasoning's slack, of its obscure,
demeaning of conditions not my stir.
As headstrong empathy, no thought's conserve
and restless with some seeking, no reserve!
No grasp to grant concurrence, no observe,
no evening's inference, no unswerve.
Between us, some referral looks for nerve,
approaching as rehearsal might preserve.
We are the least approving of our verve!
That walk-on of indenture, of deserve,
no idol with its longing can endure
in grace, outside of luring some evade.
Away from Thee, truth's hurrying might replace,
that promise of true love, God's touring base!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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