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©