And might it come to this

And might it come to this
Thy sweet taste of which
I shall miss

For all life's joys remiss
Yet still this heart's
Desire

May it ever remain
Content in thy love
For none other

Will do
For that which
Thy love hath shown

In weakness
In kindness
In all things

Thou art true
Thy words are sweet
They trickle down

To the deepest places
Warming the heart
And soul

Though oft my heart may doubt
Beyond all things thy ways
Shall remain steadfast

To hope and believe
In time these fleeting
Desires may be

One thing shall remain
Thy love, thy joy, thy peace
That gives release

To all worry
That oft may flurry
Deep within

Nothing can withstand
Thy unconditional love
And nothing more

Do I desire
Save to retire
In thy embrace

-Joshua Lee Foist

When the object of this mine affection

When the object of this mine affection
No more shall be a thing of superficiality
Upon the reawakening
Find me where I am

Too oft hath my eyes so strained
Too oft hath my ears so trained
To that thing deformed
And lost of meaning

The poison long hath remained
The wound oft unwrapped
Hath gained a putrid
Stench

Oh to have the thing clean off
And start again
To be washed
Of this clinging
Excrement

My life tis full of it
So oft control
Hath dug into me
A deeper hole

For pride no help
Would have of it
For too fargone
To handle it
Alone

Yet this
Tis not of thy
Own will
Thy work twas made
To conquer still

To put to death
At once
That life may
Return anew

Oh for such a chance
Tis mine to gain
If to relinquish long
The pain of it

When at last
The fit no more
Shall have its way
So come

Thy mercy
And restore me
So bring me
Into thy
Glory

Where ere
The story
Shall end
And a new
Journey
Begin

-Joshua Lee Foist

Here in my hour of repose

Here in my hour of repose
My mind oft doth suppose
What hath been
And what might

Yet ah the sweet delight
Is a plight of imagination
A fantastic destination
Save no explaination

A mind of dreams
Might dream most anything
What for now must remain
To pause in this refrain

To drink in awhile
That which has past
And as for tomorrow
If should borrow

My anguish
My sorrow
Where shall it lead
If oft I to it heed

I cannot afford
Tis costly a resort
Yet where shall I break
The spell of this haze

These wandersome days
Have me all in a craze
The world seems open
To anything

Yet oft creeps in the doubt
For uncertainty
Roams about and cools
My yearning

My thoughts discerning
More than appears
Hoping that wisdom
Will guide through

The days
For lonely ahead
The path may they
Tread towards

The future
From sunset
To sunrise
When open

These eyes
Memories
Have all they
To reprise

Still hope
And pray
That this time
Twill be spent

In quiet
In watchful
Wonder

For wisdom
To guide
And oft
Thee abide

For once more
Through that
Open door
Let fear be

No more
From past
Present
And future

Shall surely
Remain
So long
As to trust

This hope
Shall not rust
Twill always
Be pure

Tis all
Shall endure
When once
We embark

-Joshua Lee Foist