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I, Mephibosheth

I’m called to stand before the throne and, knowing well my countless crimes, must stand and ponder which has caused my lord command my presence here. My father’s sin, ‘fore I was born, alone would forfeit me to death, or for my flight in youthful sins,  a fall for which I’ve payed the price.  I, a worthless Benjamite,  for all my wretched wrongs, am brought to give account without defense, and destitute to justly die. Yet as I fall down in the dust I fell my judge’s steady hand, which stoops to lift me from my grave. He kindly calls me by my name,  then leads me to a place prepared. He bids me eat his bread and wine, and that same lord, ‘gainst whom I vied, now seats me at his noble side. 
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Prayer for Winding Your Watch

O gracious heavenly Father, from whom we receive all that we have, including the time in which we live, guide me that I may redeem the hours of this day and use them to glorify your name. Teach me through every trial to bless you and faithfully perform your will in imitation of your Son, Jesus Christ, in whose name I pray. Amen

Leaving

Though I never thought to leave you Even though I meant to linger, Now it seems I must abandon– Nay, but take a brief hiatus, Even as the palmers do. Still, you’ve reared me well, and I will Shed a tear to go. But you are  Ever in my thoughts, and when my Errand’s done, I’ll come again.

Ode to a Titmouse

You hop about in cap of grey quite wary of my eye, but when you spout your lively lay, you’re never very shy. Your name’s a cruel homonym for vermin in the trap, but in dun coat with tawny trim you’re such a dapper chap.

The Wedding Morn

The World has hid her sprightly face behind a pearly gossamer veil,  that while she waits her coming groom  no man may see her maiden eyes. Though she was long a charge of night, he is not loth to let her go, for he but fostered her a while, ‘till one arose to take his place. The East proclaims her lover comes in splendour: robed in violet hues, to raise her from her humble state and rend in her a wondrous change. And as his face looks o’er the hills it beams to see her waiting there. He casts aside the vexing veil and wraps her in his loving arms.

And Then the Rain Came Down

I fought to push the sleep away, but long beneath the sheet I lay. At last, I rose to start the day, and then the rain came down. The kettle in the kitchen sighed all pensive for what would betide. I sipped my tea all bleary eyed as still the rain came down. I turned the pages to the sound of liquid bullets coming down and watched my garden slowly drown as loud the rain came down. And though I want so much to stay, that tyrant time pulls me away. I step out bold to meet the fray as still the rain comes down.

Dawn

A canopy of cloud is coming down to touch the glist’ning ground, and birds are not yet singing. And people in their beds are dreaming, fears forestalled by a steady sound: the hourly bells are ringing. The violet velvet sky is stirring life upon the dismal downs, and soft the birds are singing. The gentry rise with drowsy grumbling: souls that to the world are bound. The hourly bells are ringing. At last the scarlet veil is lifting, and Earth is shown in glory crowned, and still the birds are singing; the hourly bells are ringing.