This Is Just to Apologize

If It Be To My Way

By Michael Kerry

©  Oct 2010  -

If it be as they say that we make our world

In what manner we may, that for every wish

Or each intent that we bring to bay,

If nothing more than for the bent of our perceptions

As so to shape our days to our own intentions,

And thus to what inventions of mind, heart, and soul

Would we fashion the course of our lives to our better ways

Then let it be that I should paint before your hope

What warm endearing hues for coming days would greet the heart

From morning’s light till dusk of day in subtle shades,

Its palette paid in peaceful dues, and so instill

To thoughts of us in days of future come such sweet comfort

That ere each morn t’would bring you to your waking

With peaceful smile upon your face and love in expectation

And let me pave as straight the ways where curled

And gnarled emotions lay so foul the path before your feet

That so would then impede your heart, its steps progressed

For naught but slip and stagger o’er the current mournful stress,

But smooth instead its passage e’er away from resentment’s rough road

That every step which you would take might bring you to desire of heart

And every new horizon met would lift it to contentment

I humbly ask this lady’s grace forgive the waves

Of tempest toss’d from past reflections futile borne

What sore remains of errors made might haunt these days

Or leave forlorn what kindly heart in gentle breast

Did bring to this my waiting soul its living resolution,

Its hopes and dreams lay waiting still, yet ever fresh

As yesterday, when joyous mirth in memory did fill its breath

What troubles lay before the heart, what clouded gray uncertainties

Bring sorrows swift upon the spirit of day’s thoughts returned,

What plight or quandary unresolved do dwell within at end of day

In time not only pass away, but so become compassion’s purse

Through loving ways of faith enduring, and tempered thus

The love remains; the hopes, the dreams, the every sweet desire of heart

Becomes fulfilled, its bounty full and realized in wings of lover’s soft embrace