Baptism

After an hour,
the warmth is fading.
And the peace remains.

Purified to humble beginnings
we all thrive here.
And the peace remains.

Life is short,
but I've heard worse.
And the peace remains.

After an hour,
the warmth is fading.
And we bid it adieu.

For parting is such sweet
Abandon.


Thorn and Rose

Former: Product of the latter.
From whence to us, it doesn't matter.
And here it is, in present state.
Come and act. Don't make it wait.

What need have we for any reason?
Fruit will only pick in season,
lest it has a bitter taste.
Come, let's harvest good in haste.

In love, together, two hearts chime.
In lust, the taste is caught in brine.
The Question is "of love or lust?"
Only time can answer us.