Sailor's eyes, give harbor after storm.
To Soldier's legs, give rest at
To Mother's hearts, give children happ'ly
To Farmer's hands, give land that grows good grain.
everything, give what it most does prize
For me 'twould be the love
that's in your eyes.
Of Kisses Lent.
From snow made
bows the bolts of dawn
do pierce the moss-made luscious
The jewels of dew do slip and bend
from top and end of
Freed seedlings ride upon the winds,
kin, they spin, descend.
The ivy climbs both high and slim
winds its way around the limb.
This poor list names with good
your soft and kindly kisses lent.
In Appreciation of Nature.
Tho' weak the gentle rain may strike the ground
smites the earth deceptively and wins.
For little yet more powerful is
That can control our life and all within.
The sun 'tis felt
with warmth and radiance
Yet light is blocked by leaf or airy
In darkness lies the death of all we chance
In light does grow
the future we've endowed.
Each little thing that lends its strength to
When joined presents most notable a cause.
So we, though tiny
in our days, do strive
To make great change with love to ease our
We owe for this good life that we've been lent.
days give payment to the rent.
Sins and Forgivance.
my wrongs, let me, in truth, repent.
For all the shortfalls and the
For every callow cowardice unmeant.
shallow deed and anger railed.
For each time that my temper-hot has
For every time an oath has been forgot.
For each time I've
condemned for deeds I dared.
For all the learning that has come to
These sins and errors have enough recalled
The list of
debt that I must soon erase.
For since decline can never be
I must amend my sinning with some grace.
alone this beacon light most sure.
My love, if nothing else, was good
Great Prizes, Small Seeds.
rain does softly patter as it falls
Yet view the growth of rivers and
Tho' gentle is the sun that warms our halls
from us and know how soon we'd die.
The tree, when young, takes root
within the stone.
At age, the rock is split by root's firm
The hardest steel the smithy may yet own
Is shaped and
softened by the worker's rasp.
Each babe, so small that hands may be
Each foal, so frail a breath may take its stand
ascribed by tiny feathered nib
May like a prayer make miracles at
From unassuming seeds do orchards grow.
How ever love so
prospers, we will know.
The Test of Inspiration.
armor's new, and sweat is yet to run
When Horses have no mud upon their
When sword is newly edged with no harm done
How easy is the
rough made boast of strength.
When on the chart, how little are the
When night is hung, how brave the deeds of dawn.
breakfasting, "the master of the blow".
How quick the face of day will
make these gone.
In battle, let the truth alone be
Inspired by skillful mastery of art.
Let years of effort,
trial and test belong
To those that have the noblest of
Let me in boast be silent and unheard.
My sword shall
speak my inspiration's word.
Of Walks in the Wood.
As ebon eve
embraces twilight's veils.
And orchestrated choruses of night
their woven thicket songs and tales
We'll wend our way among this
Our hearing fills with flutt'ring rain-dropped
Our sight disguises shadows wrapped with grays.
like sweet herbs freshly ground
The skin alive 'gainst textured evening
As dawn upon the waters of still lakes
And earth new turned,
with tangled roots enlaced
This living cool replaces what pain
And leaves a living beauty in its place.
When shared with you,
this green-filled gentle vale,
This forest park, presents renewing
The Harbor in the Fen.
forests have a multitude of gift
To prize the forester if they well
This treasure hid. Its talent is to lift
The seeker's spirit
and its peace to lend.
For forests are a harbor in the fen
bustle of its life competes, contends
For far atop the highest reaching
To deep below the soil where roots do wend.
And wearing ages as
an oft worn cloak
This wood does share its many layered lives.
riches here enshrined are strong like oak
Well solid and protected as
Our lives are like this wood, in strength we grow.
layered smooth with leaves are how we go.
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