Covenant

 

 Covenant

As one walks tall through halls of life's learning places, 

sometimes with a scowl most foul and frightening, 

there comes a slight of a smile's effulgence enlightening, 

radiating warmth to embrace tender cherubic faces.

For men are born for zealous joy, not for jealous glory,

trapped in godless webs within a lost, forsaken place,

where no goodness is left for anyone, except their mortal story

of sweetest salvation 's divine nectar,

or bitterest taste of death's disgrace.

May time's breath breathe fresh and freely  

each merciful, momentous fond memory 

that joyfully sings of aspiring mortal growth,

to most gently heal and mend 

 the most broken hearts of men,

entwined in shared eternal, solemn, sacred, oaths.

~P.S. Colley~