Friday, May 20, 2011



Kiss me, darling, on the heart
Touch me, always, on the mind
Brush your warmth--your fingerpads
Across my soul, and take your time

For we have years to wait and stop
To S-L-O our double-yous
And while our bodies sleep so still
We can't do everything we choose

Not with our minds, not with our tongues
Not with emotions or with hands
For these are all laid at the feet
Of the Maker of these lands

So wait with me, and while we wait
Let's pass the time with diligence
For there are bricks and stones to lay
And to preserve--there's innocence

Put Godly things into our stores
Let's tuck them up against the fray
For trouble comes, and treasure comes
We'll shore tomorrow up today

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