Renewal

Create in me a thankful heart

And do not let my thoughts fall prey

To discontentment’s cheerless ploy

To pine for dust-and-rust decay

Create in me a loving heart

Not for stuff’s cold, unfeeling dirt

But for life’s kindred flesh and blood

For hand outstretched and hearts that hurt

Create in me a gentle heart

Revenge and rancor are not mine

But help me to forgive offense

And strive to let love’s pure Light shine

Create in me a humble heart

Lest I be blinded by my pride

Forgetting that because of me

And at my hands you bled and died

© Janet Martin

Thoughts while spring-cleaning...

Everything but Love 

and the recourse thereof

 will return to dust-bunnies

and other such stuff