Blackberry

Picking my way through forest paths,

I wander down the beaten track.

Off it, though, that’s where the treasure

Lies! Thunderous skies apart from shame

The chagrin spoken of my name

Bereft of meaning for a while (I climb,

Abandoned, up a stile and down

The other side.

Would that I had recognised

The sweetness where it lay, or held

My hand aloft in praise while bellowed

Chorus struck a tune

Of distant agony.

The world’s in pain, and I must go

Where it has never fared.

The words in which I went have

No power o’er me now. I’ve given

All my powers away, save that which holds

The sway with Him Who owns my heart and

Life. The bitter pangs of strife are felt

No more by my collusion. I’ll shatter

Their illusion by no more a show of power

But of love.

Love conquers; all the day.