|Editor’s note: Harold Jackson was a man who wrote for God and would not want a big fuss about his work.His poems have been given to us all to enjoy and I have permission to use them as a gift of love, from Harold, to you.|
Altho we can evaluate,
How love has seasoned our despair.
The vary thing we dreaded so,
Gave vent to precious love and care.
Love often opens eager eyes,
To life’s rapture and ecstasy.
This without venture, we’d not know,
Such rare fruits of pure empathy.
‘Twas given us and we must use,
Love for our friend and dreaded foe.
We cannot channel love at will,
God did not plan or make it so.
Now as we kneel before our Lord,
Asking Him for tomorrows need.
Let’s promise to use all our love,
and only then, in love succeed.