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Happiness to Prize
21 July 2006

Unable to know
if this was God’s love
Trapped within reason and hope
alone to consider tomorrow

Yet alone to feel empty inside
her gift, her happiness to prize
Across a planet of salutation
no remorse for sins forgiven

A plural feeling acknowledged
as unto goodwill to ponder
Just to touch what was real
her eyes so willing to learn

When time has no mercy
to those downtrodden in heart
As close to salvation as forgiveness
nevertheless far from reaching out


“Let thy mercies come also unto me, O LORD, even thy salvation,
according to thy word. Let, I pray thee, thy merciful kindness be
for my comfort, according to thy word unto thy servant. Let thy
tender mercies come unto me, that I may live: for thy law is my
delight. Look thou upon me, and be merciful unto me, as thou
usest to do unto those that love thy name. Great are thy tender
mercies, O LORD: quicken me according to thy judgments.”
Psalms 119: 41, 76-77, 124, 132, 156 KJV


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares