Share your poetry’s prayers

God loves you .

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Do you write in verse in your prayers?

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Maybe, you ought to . . .

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+ – – Love’s tool of love – – +

Oh, poor world! Restless, declaiming
‘I will not be used; I am me.’
But, of your me are you free?
Or lost to confused appetites,
Burdened in foolish drives?
Are what you’re living really lives?

Do we serve our weak selves
To serve few of needier others?
Born to serve God in love given
Yet love hoarded to its loss;
To love God and to love all
Is Love’s first and greatest call.

What of the self my will cedes
That Love finds in me love?
A strong brew of unwatered waste
Congealed about my soul’s fall.
Sin stain binds to my death’s horror:
Lost heaven, lost self, lost glory.

Make of me one so broken of my will
Love, in your will I am but a tool;
Take me in Your hands, Master;
Use me well and use me up;
Polish me in Your ways well worn;
Then like a scepter, hold me adorned.

Remember, I love you, too

Through Christ, with Christ, in Christ,

Pristinus Sapienter

(wljewell @catholicexchange.com or … yahoo.com)

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Sixty-two years old in a young way - I'm a Grandpa! - long a widower and for too short a time a child of God who attends to Christ and His Church. CE has given me information, but, more importantly, helped me find ways to voice my thoughts. My primary listeners are Christ, Who accepts so much as prayer, and myself, who is still but a catechumen in so many ways. And, you know how you need prayer? Well, I need prayer many times more than you. And, when you do pray for me, the Lord listens and responds. Enough about me - let's talk about Jesus.

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