Gloria

Drain my ego,
Fill me up ;
Blood wine from
Your loving cup.

Starve my soul,
Then feed me full ;
Bread of life –
Incomparable !

Still my voice,
Then teach me song ;
Hymns of praise
A lifetime long.

Bless with money
(Just enough) ;
Keep me from
The silly stuff.

Teach me love,
In all I do ;
Love that carries
Back to You.

Take my life,
Then make it Yours ;
‘Loss’ could open
Many doors.

Sacred and Profane

He thought no good could come of this ;
But thought not twice that he’d persist.
The kiss of life,
The kiss of strife ;
Malingered… Dallied … Partner ? Wife ?

She was, no doubt, a tad unstable
And hurt him (though she thought not able);
To some avail,
Beyond the pale :
Their lovers’ life was worse than jail.

Divided by a common tongue ;
He made her feel old, she made him feel young.
The dream unfulfilled,
The passion now chilled:
The dull monotone of a voice that once thrilled.

A curious thing, this thing called love;
Pounce like an eagle, drift like a dove.
A blink of the eye,
A baby’s first cry;
Or a dead star’s white light, as it stares from the sky.