Thine Alone

Oct. 3, 2014

I cannot hold thee long enough

In the sanctuary of my heart

The consciousness is still too rough.

It seems at times I live apart

From thee when thought disturbs the brain

And concentration's witness shrine

Is filled with images mundane

Or past mistakes I underline

Unable to shake off memories

Of sorrow, longing and desire;

The chequered life's antitheses

Keep the soul from rising higher.

Peace I need and calm to bear

The small infirmities of age.

Take me Lord into thy care

That I may turn the waiting page,

Discover that which I must be,

Thine alone, eternally.