Once More



Once more, a night with you, under the moon and star,

Once more, to have, to hold, no prison, steely bar.

Once more, to breathe you in, sweetest still by far,

Once more, to know your face, to love you as you are.

~ D.F.

Holy

Enter now, His presence, what is holy, what is true,

Pure as snowflakes falling, as fresh as the virgin dew.

There, our tireless questioning, our restlessness, adieu,

For all shall come to know Him, the ancient, and the new.

~ D.F.

This Way

The open road, the narrow way,
The grassy hills, the forest, stray.
The rocky heights, the icy sleigh,
The cool of night, the fire of day.
~ D.F.

Refuge

Find in her a refuge, this lady, warm and fair,
Eyes as pure as fire, arms, sweet tender care.
Who, this most lonesome night, with you, her deepest, share,
Lost in her, your troubles, forgotten, life’s despair.
~ D.F.

Rest

Lo the time of resting, how soft, its gentle yield,
A touch of kindly mercy, as mist surround the field.
Prompting all to slumber, sweet kisses, eyes now sealed,
And rest until the morrow, with night, the hurting, healed.
~ D.F.

Arise

Far above the muddied trail, that earthly things afford,
Voices gently calling, soft, their heavenly chord.
Rousing now, come, faithful, O arise then, one accord,
The company of angels, our finest hour restored.
~ D.F.

Away

O Mighty wind, come take me, the mountains far beyond,
Away from cares and sorrow, rescind this mortal bond.
Far above the fading earth, morning, newly dawned,
There the angels greeting, in brightness, grace adorned.
~ D.F.

Treehouse

Welcome to my castle, amidst the treetops high,
Among the leafy branches, against the clear blue sky.
Here, this little hideaway, far from who, what, why,
A slice of precious freedom, a piece of cherry pie.
~ D.F.

Sigh

Rolling clouds, the silent sky,
Ranging fields, the sycamore high,
Greeting stars, the fading, die,
The smallest hope, the softest sigh.
~ D.F.

Tomorrow

The promise of tomorrow, its golden light, sublime,
To rouse the broken spirit, to soothe the wounds of time.
For surely at its passing, the midnight hour chime,
The Lord in all His mercy, restores all rule and rhyme.
~ D.F.