Thou hast put gladness in my heart
Without telling me, such is
The mercy of thy Grace, O Lord
I never did anything to
Put you there, of this I am quite sure!
Stand in awe, little Mortal
Thus I am small and happy, Selah!
I have lost all righteousness
Whatever Greatness I once was
Has passed and is gone
My only love now is what
I can give to this world
Before I too am gone, we all
Change in the nature of thy grace
Give ear to my words, O Lord
Not my thoughts, but my heart
That knows nothing but the
True consideration of universal love
Personal love being too far close
To the animal, to the wickedness
Of Man and his devotion to possession
Possessing nothing, I find myself
More free, more giving, more apt
To not speak but find peace
In silence and the simple things
Consider that, my final meditation
And in not hearing the voice
Of my own thoughts, thy blessing.
Wuji Seshat 
Wuji where is your pagan poem for Halloween?
I’m too poor for pumpkins this year….
Great point!
I especially like
“Give ear to my words, o Lord
Not my thoughts, but my heart”