If Thou Rise To Aught But Joy

Although it be but simple pledge I give,
thy dreams to guard until this dark night pale,
'tis this, and this alone, for which I live,
and if thou rise to aught but joy, I fail.

Thy morn must break with perfect sky and sun.
This too, thy day, must glow with perfect hue
or yet mine heart hath left its work undone,
for all these works of love are done for you.

Shawn C. Bailey
November 21, 2020
10:23:52