The Motion Of The Stars Shall Hope Bestow. Poem by Brett White

The motion of the stars shall Hope bestow,
Forever lighting Heaven in their glow,
So let us give thanks and gladly provide
Warm generosity when on the divide,
To help those suffering and not stand idly by,
Viewing the misfortunate with just a sigh.
For Mercy giveth God's gifts from above,
And what is Mercy, but sweet untempered love?
Mercy kills dark wrath like night does the sun;
So let us from vanitt and pride always run,
For their ways are nothing less than Black Death,
Consuming one and all until their last breath.