March
Grey-white puffs scudder across cerulean sky
Winter-hold relents as springtime-warm is nigh
Blustery cold winds howl threatening fury-snow
Sun’s continued warming belies faux forceful show
Onward marches longer-light of each new day
Warming-season refuses to hold rebirth at bay
Grey shadows soften as reticent buds grow bigger
Newborn foals run helter-skelter abandoned-vigor
At last time has arrived for rest to be soon over
Pastures come green with new sprouts of clover
The echoes “Ides
of March” remind men’s souls
Rein-in, re-define ego’s most evil selfish goals
At rainbow’s end is sought elusive pot-o-gold
St. Patrick taught Ireland way-to-live quite bold
Though over time-again we tend forget life’s true
lesson
Your Father purely loves you; His Son be thou blessin’
Embracing “Grace”
of the Holy Ghost secures every man
When thee accept and live it, then thou doth understand
Amen!
Winter-hold relents as springtime-warm is nigh
Sun’s continued warming belies faux forceful show
Warming-season refuses to hold rebirth at bay
Newborn foals run helter-skelter abandoned-vigor
Pastures come green with new sprouts of clover
Rein-in, re-define ego’s most evil selfish goals
St. Patrick taught Ireland way-to-live quite bold
Your Father purely loves you; His Son be thou blessin’
When thee accept and live it, then thou doth understand
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