Wednesday, August 31, 2011

At Day's Start And Close

A Prayer by Edwin Markham

Teach me, Father, how to go
Softly as the grasses grow;
Hush my soul to meet the shock
Of the wild world as a rock;
But my spirit, propt with power,
Make as simple as a flower.
Let the dry heart fill its cup,
Like a poppy looking up;
Let life lightly wear her crown
Like a poppy looking down,
When its heart is filled with dew,
And its life begins anew.

Teach me, Father, how to be
Kind and patient as a tree.
Joyfully the crickets croon
Under the shady oak at noon;
Beetle, on his mission bent,
Tarries in that cooling tent.
Let me, also, cheer a spot,
Hidden field or garden grot—
Place where passing souls can rest
On the way and be their best.

A Prayer At The Close Of Day

Father Still My Soul
Help Me to move Ever So Slow
Like a Willow's Fronds
Gentled By A Dancing Breeze
Let My Mind So Be Quietened
Forgive Tasks Done In Anger or Haste
Let These Be Lessons Learned
Not Battles Strategized
My Weary Brain Wages at Night
Take My Heart to Your Meadow
Where Flowers Bloom, Nightingales Sing
Streams Sparkle as They Trickle
And Fireflies and Stars Guide My Dreams

Milancie  31August 2011

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