Yourself

Softly...in meditation,
The thoughts doth unroll.
And to you...whom you love,
You talk to your soul.

Each breath doth magnify,
And rhythm is but rhyme.
The luster of accomplishment,
Is how you use your time.

Time doth pass life forward,
With glory on ivy spread.
And golden are the moments,
That are strung on silver thread.

Crystal Cut...of flesh and blood,
It sets you on a throne.
And proves your value to mankind,
When inner-self is known.

Pray God no sham will be a part,
May you treasure what is fine.
Your character the source of strength,
All granite cast and genuine.


E.P. 1908 - 1989