Mellifluous Her Song

Sweet nightingale who mourns her dying beau,
Mellifluous, the song she sings for he —
Acceptance for reasons he must go,
She sings her psalm of love to see him free.
How can a song of sorrow make its way
From breaking hearts into the waiting night?
How could a song of beauty e’r delay,
The call of death, or circumstance rewrite.
But hidden in this melody of sorrow,
Doth hide her answer to the Maker’s call,
And she shall n’er be lonely on the morrow,
For He will heal her heartache, loss and all.
 If ever love as this were blessed ‘pon me,
 Foul Death would shun love’s immortality.
 
Ferrick Gray
© 2017
11.1

Take gravity…

Take the gravity from mine heart,
Lift soul and heart to heaven’s gate,
Let smiles abound and sadness part
And place a bounce within my gait.

Endurance is a mortal’s art,
I tarry under burdens weight,
Take the gravity from mine heart,
Lift soul and heart to heaven’s gate.

I find no light in darkened fate,
Thy words seep deep, let healing start,
Keep me close; let grace play its part
‘Pon gentler grounds, please let me skate,
Lift soul and heart to heaven’s gate.
Amen.
 
©Elusive Me