Poetry © Matthew Slyman 1999-2017
• THE BEGINNING... •
On Compassion and Encouragement...Never pity self or neighbours
in your word with solemn tongue,
Lest you make him feel his labour's
not worth seeing through 'til done.
Better let him feel your love a
practical and righteous way,
Then he'll one day help another
and society repay.
When you see someone in danger
Stretch your hand and help him through,
He won't feel like such a stranger
if you love like he'll love you.
With thanks to George Jokl, Bennett Steele and Rebecca Parkin for editorial help in refining this poem.
What is priceless, what is whole,|
what will satisfy my soul?
Give me courage, give me strength,
teach me what redeems at length.
What will last beyond my life,
rise above this world of strife,
Help our friends and fill with love,
bring us blessings from above?
Friends can bless and free from blame,
light our fires or quench our flame,
Reinforce our failing hope,
steer us clear of sin's steep slope.
Sacred moments of our youth,
learning wisdom, learning truth,
Choosing friends who mould our thought,
loving those of whom we're taught.
Who gave this wondrous gift of choice
in which all men on earth rejoice? Father Adam, Mother Eve:
are they in whom we must believe?
But lo: the babe, our Endless God
who lies upon a manger:
Wise eastern men with priceless hearts
find Him, to them, no stranger.
To us is born this holy day
The Father of creation,
Who came to earth so love can stay
with men of lowly station.
“Come: Buy milk and honey without price,”
our perfect Saviour beckoned,
“Don't live for money, sacrifice
for when the day is reckoned.
“You cannot buy eternal life,
it takes a priceless heart:
If we would live with blessings rife,
the price: To do our part.”
• NOT THE END... •
Favourite Poetry by Other Authors:
- Joseph Malins
- William Wordsworth
- [By my maternal grandmother]
- [By my paternal grandmother]
- Awaiting permission to publish
- Author Unknown (A prolific writer ;-)
• More Poetry by Other Authors •
These words were on the sun-dial at Foxhome, Birchencliffe, Huddersfield.Time is, thou hast
see that thou well employ
Time past is gone
Thou canst not that enjoy
Time future is not and may never be,
Time present is the only time for thee.
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The love of life comes primarily to those who live a life of love.
- Matthew Slyman
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