The vigil of mirth and praise
Hopeful and prayerful arms raise
Alms to the creator of our days
New gratitude for his generous outlays
Kindness and mercy he endlessly displays
Scepter with which he guards our pathways
Goodness and grace to usward relays
Inspiration and devotion that our soul sways
Votive offerings heavanward sashays
In humble adoration our heart assays
Never-ending virtue our benefactor portrays
Guiding beacon that each aspiration doth appraise
Deciphering then correcting our misguided forays
And every weakness and frailty butresses with underlays
Year's sins, he pardons and the immediate penalty waylays
Categories:
outlays, devotion
Form: Acrostic
I wrote a story to the world-
afraid that they've not read...
But it's about our dying sea,
filled all with crippled dread.
The silken curtain it outlays,
gets sick and turns to mire.
And this killer of our story
be a child of from our empire.
Categories:
outlays, childhood, natural disasters, nature,
Form: I do not know?