SHELTERED LOVE

I don’t know the minute or the hour

When God decided from his exalted tower

To make us both shelter from that shower

And to make our love bloom like a flower 

FORGIVENESS

 

I find it hard to forgive

But we are taught we must

To be a good Christian

We must first forgive others

Before God can forgive us

But I find it hard to forgive

I cannot let go the bitterness

Or it’s associated baggage

The betrayal of those I thought friends

The deceit of family

The put downs and the knocks

The adversities and animosities

I cannot make that commitment to forgive

All I can do is promise to try

Try to climb that ladder of forgiveness

One painful rung at a time

And if I do succeed

In becoming a better person

A more forgiving person

If I manage to slowly climb the ladder

And earn God’s forgiveness

I will only do so with His grace

And not by some immense effort on my part

WE STILL BELIEVE IN YOU

 

Master of the universe

Great architect of nature

Builder of the galaxies

Every facet and feature

Don’t listen to our silence

Most benevolent creator

And think us unworthy

Don’t condemn us like a traitor

We are misguided only

That is just our nature

We will turn to you again

For man is a fickle creature

 

THE TWELVE PEERS

 

The twelve peers

Champions of legend

Companions of Charlemagne

Frankish warrior heroes

The brave paladins

Slayers of the moor

Scourge of the Saracen hordes

Thorn in the Emir’s flesh

Legends of Christendom

Righting wrongs

With sword and lance

Fighting for the just

Soldiers of Christ

Soldiers of the light

Heroes of the empire

ANGELS OF THE CHOIR

 

Angels of the choir

Is this the sound of heaven?

Such sweet emanations’

Heaven sings out

Each note

Plucks at my heart

Lifts my soul

Then elevates me

Carrying me away

On a choral wave

Of sweet rapture

Then upon the final note

Of purest clarity

I return to earth

THE FEAST DAY OF SAINT PATRICK

 

The feast day of Saint Patrick

Is Ireland’s National Day

When the Irish people

Celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

BY GODS GRACE

 

At the end I am serenely at peace

In the moments of my final hour

I feel the presence of the Lord

Who gently plucks me like a flower