Words For Man Poem by Saint Cynosure

I sit alone with paper square,
and pen in ready hand.
And try to find within myself,
the words to give to man.
Words that teach us how to care,
that teach us how to love.
So we can please the living GOD,
who watches from above.
Patients is what comes to mind,
let us be slow to anger.
Notice shame and guilt my friends,
but slow to point the finger.
I shall try as not to find,
the words that want to tease us.
And in this way I reflect,
the words of my Christ Jesus.
Do unto others has you would have them do unto you...