My Words, My Hand Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
My Words, My Hand
Wealth is empty, love is fickle;
Gold is the friendship I give -
Prayers, though subtle
From this heart, receive!
Life is but once, so I stand
My chance is only Now,
Take my words and my hand -
Be blessed with peace, somehow.
Friday, August 3, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.'
Proverbs 25: 11
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 3,2012
Philippines
Proverbs 25: 11
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 3,2012
Philippines
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4/26/2024 4:21:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
short but infinite at emotions....i loved it thank you for sharing it with us best wishes, payal