To Bless: A Limerick

To Bless: A Limerick

©Biz Gainey, 2016

The call to Bless is both ancient and old.

Yet we humans do so love to scold.

Our reluctance to bless,

A failure to confess.

So pride’s our ‘precious’ we so love to hold.

Warrior Gentle (Picture Poem)

A Limerick: Florida Summer

Florida Summer: A Limerick

©Biz Gainey, August 2015

Summer’s force has indeed held her sway.

Sweating, my face frets this fine day.

Her heat soon to be gone;

We’ll sing winter’s sweet song;

And watch nor’easter storms blow while we play.

Poem: Warrior Gentle

Warrior Gentle

©Biz Gainey December 2014

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Who sifts my heart with love.

Softly you storm, dark walls of strife;

Delight – ferocious - from above!

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Who probes my heartsick woe.

Putting to flight grey cloaked skies;

Setting sail my sin sick soul.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Whose presence draws me near.

Your fire warms my inner chill;

Flaming embers dry my tears.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

You salve my heart ensnared.

A fierce relief, I find your offering;
My life once bound, now unimpaired.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Whose enchantment stirs my loves.

Blood stained hands caress my beating heart;

New life descends from hallowed halls above.