» 03.20

EMPTY BATTLE

Oh God, I am empty

And aimless and lost;

This moment finds me

Without a vision

Of You or Your cross;

Backward on my own sins

I am recollected and tossed;

Alone, in need of Your Love.

Save me,

From turning to more folly in haste;

Stop me,

Your precious Life to lose or to waste;

Keep me,

More holy, more prayerful and chaste;

Let Your Light shine on me from above.

Guide me.

Direct me.

Shove me, if You must;

Correct the wrong way

Of this pillar of dust.

The physical man, the common,

The patina, the husk,

The outer covering

That never has enough.

2014.03.20.0600 ©

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MY CHILD

I have always been proud of you,

But pride is not my shtick;

It has always been an hidden weakness,

A recurring sin and failure to lick;

So now life is hopeless and petty and sick,

As we fret and strut the hands we have each been dealt.

Feelings and failures and successes come and go;

Who we are is more than what I have or what I know;

All of us in faith and hope and charity must grow

Than rather in the thorns or the nails we each have felt.

Live your life, but do not too much on yourself depend.

It is always God Almighty in the end that surely mends

By the light and grace into our world that his mercy sends

Our hearts and understanding for us to melt.

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