Praise the child

Praise the spirit of the child,
yet not suited, yet not styled.
Praise the faith of innocence
living on The Lord’s expense.

Praise the uncorrupted scope.
Praise the undetermined hope.
Praise the child whose virtue is
given by the callow kiss.

The week done

On Monday Heaven and the earth
are born. And baptized is the birth
by God’s “Be light!”. For Heaven case
is earth’s naïve and helpless face.

On Tuesday God a firmament
creates by which the water splits.
The hearts by this establishment
arise as motherhood commits.

On Wednesday is separated
estate from water on the earth,
the mind of earth accommodated
and three types plants are given birth.

On Thursday is the Heaven’s eye
made clear, the firmament revealed.
The sun, the moon, the stars all by
no longer is the want concealed.

On Friday want and will arise
on earth as fish and birds are done.
And needs and dreams characterize
the earth, no notion of The Son.

On Saturday control is gained:
Three kinds of creatures, sense to stand,
created by which wit explained.
And man is made to rule the land.

On Sunday God will stop and rest.
And we the given life will test.
No burden, though, on this day bear.
Praise God alone for love and care.

As spring develops

As spring develops I feel too
dissatisfaction, caused by you,
the love of mine, who will not be.
A wonder if, admittedly.

So I cause snow and I cause rain,
a frosty night I cause in pain
as spring progresses trustworthy:
I recognise absurdity.

Differently

Jesus, The Son,
is the meaning of life.
Aim, though, will differ:
If being a wife
purpose is seen
as a baby to bear.
Being a son
for the name one will care.

Differently
we will be in authority.
Differently
we will live for The Lord.
Life of The Son
is though mercy and charity,
what we agree
but not how to afford.

Many are they

Many are they
who will make themselves precious,
costly to God
by admitting God’s will.
Many are they
who The Lord find suspicious,
cynically
wanting wisdom until

all every truth
they once knew are dejected,
nothing to build on,
no coinage to gain.
They shall by Jesus,
The Lord, be rejected.
Pray you yourself
shall not labour in vain.

Fear of The Lord
the beginning of wisdom.
Many are they
who do not stand a chance
born to restrain
The Lord’s judgement and freedom.
You yourself pray
your best features enhance.

Smile

A smile is such a lovely thing.
It frees – it is so welcoming.
Salvation it works like applaud,
the real a facsimile of God.

The world would be a better place
if we put up a smiling face
to free each other nature by
more often, expectation why.

Growing still

Thank God revengeful Christ is not!
By errors made we learn a lot.
This thought The Son, by whom we summon,
with our mother has in common.

False teaching not, one cannot all
let cover by the fervid call.
Upon my shoulders, mother says,
obloquy fall as upon ways.

Once grown up mothers pay no more.
But Jesus does and let explore
our strength and strains. Revengeful not
Christ Jesus is the hope we’ve got.

I woke

I dozed and watched the night revealing.
In fact I found it quite appealing:
The stars turned inside out the ceiling,
the moon revealed a secret feeling.

I woke and thought: This is not right.
No power to control God’s sight
God given by the light of night.
That might of Mammon is to fight.

I turned and saw the other way
on children smiling, happy, gay,
believing night conforms to day.
And I decided here to stay.

I find myself

More than in fight, more than in strife,
I find myself in war for life.
The mama of the whore to kill.
Her name is Mammon. Sick her will!

Her son has no stringent assumption.
She leaves her daughter to consumption.
The will in her mind to be bought,
the wish the father to the thought.

She cannot stand the force of light.
Her powers only work at night.
By words of God in thought and speech
the knights will let her darkness reach.

The message of Easter

The message of Easter could
not tell us better what we should.
The Son of Man, the consequence
of every action, died, and hence

God gave us strength enough to live.
In this the Christians do believe.
And that The Son stood up again
the given conscience will explain.