My muscles: nothing puny, And my countenance, quite grave; My death-look's nothing paltry To those who misbehave. My actions are efficient, And I can't abide a flirt; I'm in charge when I can help it, And your insults just don't hurt. I&…
Not without effect: that's what your grace is, While I wander here to there and place to places. And I have this tender soul that craves you, you, Lord. But this war waged in me is not fought with sword But with prayer. What a wretched soul I…
Broken, I'm so broken; Not a recourse comes to mind But to lift my hands in worship While the shadows soft unwind. Like a mist that gently whispered In the sinews of my brain Comes a melody of mercy I like to drown in time again. Softly, oh…
Had I been borne on autumn wind, I would have come no faster. As one who has too often sinned Will stand before her master, So came I, too, to sunset glow. The sun-and-hill collision Pulled me beneath its undertow. The burnt and golden vision Seemed overwrought for such as…
Cute red pumps incongruously catching the foggy moonlight, she walked haltingly on the gravel road. She paused, bent over, and slipped the shoes off, supposing that to walk barefoot would at least be easier than walking in three-inch heels. Nevertheless, hers was an inapropos elegance on the dismal road. Had…
So you're afraid. Well, so am I. In different ways, In different eyes. Afraid of me? Don't be, I pray you. I promised once To ne'er betray you. I fear but one: That is my Love. I am redeemed, And that's enough.…