Begun Under Our Son

Will you be able to be confident

In becoming my trusting confidant,

I will reveal my inner most feeling

Of stealing which is incarcerating.

 

I want to steal your heart away,

Thoughts that have locked me up,

Will you let me out this time of day

And we can pray to sip from the cup.

 

You can be a host of the Holy Ghost,

And we can both respectfully boast

That we have endeavours of treasures,

As what is stored up is in measures.

 

A measure of hospitality respectability

As we both had a sense of sensibility,

And without hostile, irate irascibility

We will sadly endeavour precariously.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.