Petition to my Eternal Father
In the rest of morning hour,
fill my heart with tender power,
and to my child’s loving need,
let my ways and words pay heed
To my mother fire my warmth
and grant my father hope and strength
and to my bride an open heart.
Let me not her failings chart
To you eternal Father a single song,
sung above heights of mortal strains,
till all my soul disdains the wrong,
and only love for you remains.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Pride In Color | 1 | 01/01/2010 |
| Father God, | 1 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Hollow Beat | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Merging | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Kiss of Love and Glory | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Kiss of Love and Glory | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| Naked Glory | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| If My Eye Be Single | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| Cold And Hot to Fog | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| In that Quiet | 1 | 11/06/2009 |
| Against Idols | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| By Faith | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| The Word of God | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| Rootedness | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| Craned Necks and World Crosses | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Art and Essence | 1 | 10/01/2009 |
| Petition to my Eternal Father | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
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