Upon Chaucer's pillow I rest my head,
And off his table I eat my meat and bread,
As he does, so too I command Mars at will;
Yielding an angelic tongue my only skill.

Upon Shakespeare's robe I take my hold,
The cloth of which is spurn of gold.
Of his standard few can stand so high,
But on my word, I promise to draw nigh!

Upon David's kingdom I place my rod,
And in doing so, I do the will of God,
With him as my muse, I'll show His heart.
I will follow His way, without second thought.

Like Shelly, my Adonis is for my brother,
Yet not the one who's dead, but the other:
That he will see daylight on the ‘morrow.
My prayer is that he does not see sorrow.

Like Samson, my strength doesn't come from man,
And the enemy's defeat is my undying plan.
So too, if by my acts I seal off His power,
I pray that it will return in the most vital hour.

Like Solomon, wisdom is all that I want,
Even then love is the only thing I shall flaunt,
That the Lord would find abode in my temple,
For above all I wish to be His example.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis

Leslie Alexis

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