The Hymn

The Hymn                                         December 7, 2016
Praise be to God!
For You snatch me from my enemy’s hands
The hands that trickle time
Like time belongs to them
and God does not turn the seasons
The hands that manipulate love
Like love does not belong to God.

Praise be to God!
The Lord of Time
The Lender of Love.

Oh God, if it please you
Let time
and love
Be holy gifts to me.

Oh God, if it please you
Bless me with nothing but now
And a heart that is always here.

Praise be to God!
Who teaches me to cherish
this moment of misery!

Praise be to God!
Who breaks my heart
so it may hold more!

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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