Now, God be thanked with outstretched hands, <br />Made sure by clear eye, and forsaken gesture; <br />Leave the hungry minds and the sick heads, <br />And all the emptiness of the love that we breed. <br />This time my anger will whisper and weep, <br />Then my sick heart crumbles, frail and fair. <br />To be fragile is to thin out of love for the frail <br />And frivolous ones who pertain to just ways. <br />Under the lawn's mess of grass you wait, <br />Creeping behind, letting go of woes that astonish <br />And you wait with your frailty that is embedded. <br />Long health is the longest love of the tame and gentle, <br />Lover's wealth shall cause the other mate to prove itself.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-thanked/
