Beggar's Legacy

I beg for fresh reason and rhyme

As we weather seasons of time...

I beg, but not for milk or bread

Rather, for ink-drops not yet bled

For panoramic views to spill

To the mind’s eye from fluent quill

To feel you near, though miles apart

Through Poem, dear, to cheer the heart

I beg for fresh reason and rhyme

As we weather seasons of time

For font to translate into word

Wonder; when wont to be deterred

By duty; blinded by its rod

While Beauty brims with hymns to God

For eyes to see and ears to hear

The melody borne on time’s tear

Where the veneer of here and now

Is always on the move somehow

I beg to learn to want for less

And then, in turn find happiness

...to recognize the luxury

Of phrases such as 'you and me'

To view nothing as commonplace

In today's God-made gift of grace

I beg for wishes to be awed

By the kind faithfulness of God

I beg for Brushstrokes of fine art

By He who sees my heart of heart

The Tender and the Terrible

He knows both Bard and Beast full well

Then, lest I be a fickle fool

I beg for faith, not fear to rule

I beg for joy when Circumstance

Changes the tempo of the dance

And all the steps that I rehearsed

Dismissed in light of ‘others first’

I beg for love’s ink to run rife

And pen the poetry of life

© Janet Martin

Psalm 16:11

You will show me the path of life; 

In Your presence is fullness of joy;

 At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

Psalm 21:4
He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it him, 

even length of days for ever and ever.

Psalm 17:15
As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness:

 I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.