Hi folks

This is written in a somewhat different poetic style to the way I normally write, its known as a (Kyrielle) being medieval French and derives from a part of the church liturgy called the "Kyrie Eleison"    

O Praise the Lord for mercy unto me  

Once I stood proud, to conquer a crowd,

With fluency of voice echoing out loud,

Thence wall would crumble and window did break,

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me.

I could labor all day, without thinking twice,

Agility and enthusiasm were names of the game,

Mind always alert, ne'er stopping to take rest,

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me...

Skill and perfection with any type of confection,

Hands ever steady, as a spirit level balanced,

Eye like a hawk to the minuscule detail,  

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me...

Walk mile after mile, ne'er a sinew complained,

Striding my way along the Great China Wall,

And saw the awesome view from Mount Kinabalu,        

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me...

I ran the gauntlet of a nocturnal curfew,

Confronted a tank, with gun aimed at me,

Then bought gems, from the Sri Lanka Sea,   

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me...

Far off lands a charisma to my profession,

Into the jungle depths, or deserts barren bare,

Traveling the globe with the manna of heaven,  

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me...

Then cometh unto me the most precious pearl,

Entering my soul with the crystal of life,

Vowing us together as one, husband and spouse, 

O praise the Lord, for mercy unto me...

Now life doth wane betwixt being and demise,

Thus my wandering day's, not as since past,

Yet you're at my side, with comforting heart, 

O praise the Lord, be merciful unto me...

Barry ©