Steady Course Poem by Don Nguyen

Let me not destroy love with anger,
But let me love to immeasurably suffer,
For love in me to be completed,
So I become love as a flower spent, scented.
I don't love to satisfy myself,
But to quell the divine thirst.
Who am I that the world ought not dispel,
Would not consider as naïve, childish?
I don't mind 'cause when one's in love,
He forgets all, for blunders to be removed.
I had planted seeds which turned flowers,
Now it is the time of an autumn harvest,
Beginning with the blood of a 'martyr, '
So to speak, as fruits of love he must vest
To pass on to the world as Christ's fragrance,
Not as futile efforts a fool has squandered,
But a solemn praise offering from a soul
To his beloved Bridegroom whom he serves.
May he continues a steady course to enthrall
His Lord while illustrating a pure love.

Don Nguyen
10-14-2014