Love Helps Soul Focus - Poem by Don Nguyen
Forget the past and diurnal burdening bounces;
Forgone life being replaced by buoyancy mounded.
Count daily catch in the net of one's edifying actions;
Let the image of the Lord in soul who is longing and anguished,
But shiny and burnished
To daily enter at the Divinity threshold,
And deeply meet Him at the center of your heart
To start again, to respond better.
Have you notice a faint distant knell
Which does resound the voices of morning song birds,
not splenic to the ears but endearing
As if a soul in Grace just being born into life eternal?
So sing the song of the heavenly hosts,
Allow it to permeate into you.
Spirituous words by the world are no longer recited;
But love born in grace has begun to flow
And whispered like whirling billows,
Forming pensive storm which embraces a soul in love
To make it into numerous musical caressing notes
Which denote caring into air soul breathes
Meets the death of her will to replace
Its trivial mortality with the magnificence of Divine Will
In order to tilt grace-ful divine inclination
More toward destitute ignorant pititful human race.
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The other day, re-reading my own poems written by dontheshepherdpoet, I cried profusely, for I had realized how far I had fallen out of the love for my Jesus. Please let my soul live to see another day to see all of you, by allowing me to simply be another poet at poemhunter.com. This is the last attempt or the last pleading, and depending on your responses, I will be here tomorrow or not at all. Daily I will compose one prayer or meditation in the morning and that will be all, for I need to get on with my book. What a chore! I am dreaded it! So much revision, re-writing for I am a perfectionist who starts learning English grammar seemingly like the first time.
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