Protect the child’s clear conscience.
Around it build a mighty fence
called amnesty for penitence.
Prepare it for adolescence.
By fear of God we either live
or die attentive to God’s mind.
So show the child you do forgive
and priceless is the fence you bind.
Unsullied faith and innocence
no reason got to be on top
to do allowance and admittance,
to fear the presence of the cop.
Unstained belief and guiltlessness
respond to wisdom by acceptance,
adhere to laws without annoyance,
by lack of aggressiveness.
Protect the child and keep it pure.
The secrecy of peace God laid
in tiny hands and feet for sure.
Be sure your child is not afraid.
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Bringing up
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Forward
Forward! into hidden future.
Forward! to unsafe reward.
Christ, The Son, by God the nature
the motif, of the regard.
Forward! to redeem the minute.
Forward! to let hour count.
Every act in time a visit
which by Christ you shall surmount.
By The Spirit of The Truth
lives are urgent to the earth.
Forward, adult! Forward, youth!
Give The Son the called for birth!
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Behave
We should have learned the lesson now
about the mystery of love.
Instead we wonder senselessly
and let the common fancy be
adultery, by Jesus scorn,
The Son of Man by people born
preferably responsible.
The benefits are tangible.
Monday, 12 January 2009
To a door
Stern door, which closed protects
needful from the other world –
safeguard which the guest inspects
saving home from insults hurled:
Open up and let me out!
My escape no longer needed
solitude to be about.
Your advice though always heeded.
Friday, 9 January 2009
Romance
My strong desire blessed will sing
and take me from the sore damnation,
from every dull and dying thing
to clear sky and to true sensation.
Called Romance is my saving fowl.
Supported from eternity
its vision counts for aim and goal,
its heart for sensibility.
Benign but passionate it will
the rendezvous to be a thrill.
The shadow of its wing will nigh
protect my every little lie.
My refuge from my childhood of
(my hope to entertain your nature)
it brings to life like bread the dove.
(I wish, though, you were not a picture.)











