Monday, 27 August 2012

A Calling to bestow. (A poem by C.J. Petersen)

A calling to bestow.

Humanity to pontificate,
As words abate,
Before God kneeled,
Resolve is steeled.

Questions asked and the answers came,
A sad refrain,
Love ought be taught,
Urgency forte.

Teach all to Love their fellow man,
For this you can,
Do this for me,
True Heart I see.

© Copyright by Christopher John Petersen 

Author’s Notes: Forte: Traditionally pronounced by purists with only one syllable (like fort), it comes from a French noun.

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