Charge At FullOn and on in Spring
And in Summer My feelings go forth for this earth And for its songs of life, Which fill my deeds with thinking; Brim-over my palate with brooks of words -- 'How can I keep from Singing' When these shinings of glory Keep my charge at full. I change my eye to look: At Child: a thin frame filled with two birthday balloons; At Caring: touch that stings a thousand streaks of light; And Home: a quiet room filled to the square With memories and a book; My charge is full. But my mind pounders hard, And frails when I contemplate The infinite passion of Christ Plodding up the last Hill Weakened by Trial, Thorn in brow, Cross on bone, Life blood cruising down with a pound of cure For every man: Jesus Nailed... And even then on dying thirst When his Christmas Soul spake, "It is finished." His charge remained at full. Dumas fils, 1991 |