In Love With The Lord

A Prayer of Old Love and New

If with old love of you, I share new love of many an image brought from far, forgive the wanderings of my thought. When I compare thy present birth and morn with thy last, so fair, so rich to me in favor. For my lot then was to sit and muss, mingling with thy soft breath amid the sunny mornings; not injured by touch of meddling hands, but now a new magnificence that vies with old. From death the memory of good and brave. Ascend, with lineaments in air not lost: oh weakness of your greatness, folly of your wisdom, to silence unconfined becomes with all my years a vision of my mind.