Contour of Blogging Poetry

See beyond walls, go over each line,
Reach out every hand, keep your mind,
Hug ti's tight, loosen from rich mine,
Great treasure when shared, ends entwine:
Wash your heart of foolish dirts and bind,
Search your wind, hedge out your hind
Tho' pain is felt, just make it rhyme,
A heart's known suffering
is God's greatest find!

Perfect beauty reveals its sound
imposing a willed comfort by lines;
no taint of affliction there may be found
only a beat of life that plainly shines.

T'is free space huddled many ultimates
as inclined fittings to make each shifts,
it succumbs to wind blowing in tiny pins,
it touches a ground in hallowed dens.

Its trim fling through long river beds,
glittering like bits of cascades in summer leads;
a season brandishing its own array,
kneeling for a time of comfort in pray.

Its fluctuate of tune's a hidden piece,
binds mortality in a florid ray;
flippant as it may to nail its trace,
silently by sleep in a day of rest.

Now, I know why t'is lasting peace flow,
it's a prized treasure in heaven that angel's glow!
Immortality enflames an everlasting hail,
Eternal heart is plain which surely never fail.