An invitation to revive
To the heavy labor of life.
A time to sit down and relax,
Drink the water of well that never thirst,
The soul to be silent,
The body to be rest to
Deal in God to be cleaned.
The mind to feed in God's words
To inhale the beauty it brings.
The thoughts to exhale the
The fragrance of goodwill.
Over-joy the spirit to swing free
Lighted in the light of God,
Gazing the serenity of love
That flow amid oneself.
Glory and honor and power
The love of God exalted.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
10 May 2006
8: 50 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem