Poems
Though Glass be My Window
Though glass be my window
see I cannot.
This illusion I cling to,
the path one doth trot.
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Though here I gallop
and whinny through mist,
You, without crop guide
with gentlest kiss.
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You spoke, "Awake daughter,
I've breathed into you,
I say trust in me,
slow to trot, follow through".
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And so I awoke,
there on bended knee,
to mist slowly clearing,
abounding mercy.
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For,
though naught I knew,
I galloped to you.
each singular moment,
wrong choices made true.
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Through your gentle mother who led me to you.
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Hail Mary, I pray,
lovingly undo knots,
made by mine own, and by others
great faults.
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You shattered the glass
that here dawned mine eyes
so that I should see myself
through my Father's eyes.
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Gratitude
Gratitude,
a platitude,
when falsified the attitude.
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Grateful? Yes.
But then, to what?
You deny Him with eyes glued shut.
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Grateful to thin air? Perhaps.
Grateful to the grass?
An ass?
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Grateful to the MoOn abOvE
Yet you deny the Lord of Love.
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Be grateful, yes,
But then direct it.
Make it known to Him who lent
your life, your love, your very being.
Show it now with bended kneeling.
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Pray and thank God for this day.
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Do not pose,
posture,
and cheaply say,
that you are SO grateful,
"LOOK AT ME!"
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Show that it is owed to the
one who gave His Life for you.
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It is HE you should be grateful to.