Long living has my yearning been,
for naught but friendship to begin.
Though fervor nonetheless resides,
those sentiments are pure within.
A grumbling tongue and tips do err;
heart stirring words from thence are rare;
yet only these will be approved,
for lack portrays me not to care.
A peace and knitting is afar,
by far more distant than we are,
but in this is a thing alike,
a great and mystifying star.
"For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind." - 2 Timothy 1:7