When I Threw Off My Blighted Shroud

When I threw off my blighted shroud,
    And cast my chains aside,
When first I spoke the truth aloud,
    And braved all who denied,
When I found God inside of me,
    A burning mortal might,
When I beheld that shining light,
    I knew that I was free!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Before Thy Day Doth Fade

Today, with all thy heart,
Love the bloom that wilts tomorrow.
Though from love thou must part,
Waste thou not a tear on sorrow.

At the sudden onset of night,
In the deepening shade,
Love thou dearly that precious light,
Before thy day doth fade.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Beneath Your Eye Of Gold

Beneath your eye of gold,
The centuries unfold,
The seasons pass on by.

Beneath your eye of gold,
All reasoning grows old,
All praises to the sky.

Beneath your eye of gold,
For summer days untold,
You’ve watched your children cry.

Beneath your eye of gold,
You let our hearts grow cold.
You’ve never told us why.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

When the sparks of intifada transpire,
And ignite a wave of hateful desire,
The flames of rage grow higher and higher,
And reason is lost in a lake of fire.

Fueled to the core, in murder they partake.
Midst fumes of sulfur, tied fast to a stake,
In feverish anger, souls churn and bake,
And burn to ashes in a fire lake.

~ Daniel F Mitchell