Poem June 19, 1989 Issue

In all I write, reflect

Howard I. Kaufman

Guide Thou my hand, O Lord, today,
As I essay a line.
In all I write or think or say,
May my thought mirror Thine.

Direct my metered musings, Lord,
My cup of poetry fill,
That every verse enwrap your word,
Your fount of Love distill.

Enrich my rhymes and stanzas, Lord,
Thy rainbows cast in gold,
That as your cup of Spirit is poured
My lyric tale is told.

Howard I. Kaufman

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