Since years ago, my heart oft know

His mix of thoughts, twisted in tow

Of tares surround his tarn and low°

Of bare liturgy, strengthening woe! 

But now, avow my art from tame

From thwart of script’ in act of words

From frisette framing face for fame

From words of God disguised as swords

Here some shepherds entwined what’s mine

Ofttimes till I gave hope a ghost

Like wit in the garden of spine

Walking with eyes, fingers and toes

With scriptures read and nature’s nod

That lay my heart to’d light of God. 

Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016©