Music in Words

Let us strive

Let us strive, is my prayer
To be large, wide in spirit
Like the rose in open bloom
In the warmth of summer noon.
Be not close and tensely shut,
Endeavour to show thy love;
For we have, not thorny spines
To protect our living souls,
But promise of final step
Thru curtain, new dimension
Of fine immortality

Elsie M Curry, November 1976

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Life is Building

To work seems dull and drear
To young who dream so clear
And make their plans; and in next days
Expect each wall to slide in place.
Of wheels, action, counteraction
Enmesh and move, too pond’rous slow,
For plans of important younguns.
For God must hold all firm the reins
That steer on paths of universe,
That all our ways, interaction
Must blend and move towards the goal,
The final life, gold perfection.

So we must plug away and work with care.
Like steady builder who lays brick on brick,
Or mortars stone upon stone.
Each part seems small, and of itself
Tiresome and dull, of small import;
And each must do his careful bit,
At last, each one his life had built;
Others do see before their eyes
A structure worthy of their praise.
Heaven’s all our souls in unity

Elsie Curry, about1973

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Adam and Mankind

This frail form of man
Is made of dust of soil,
Mixed with tears of pain,
To shape us as beings
Filled with a Spirit
Liken unto Thine.
God made us in His image

Elsie M. Curry, 1976

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The Promise

Elsie M Curry, November 1976

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Poetry

I work with diligence
Of cabinet maker at craft,
To mould and shape the article,
To move and shape, construct the phrase,
To mortise it with ease, rightness
In the whole; convey a thought,
Or show feeling, and ear to please

Elsie M. Curry, November 1976

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Fear

Fear takes a multitude of forms and shapings,
As small and gnawing as the tiny sand flea,
Or as huge and engulfing as a fire storm,
or an atomic blast,
As weird and many-faced as men’s wild imaginings.

Fear drains away man’s courage
Leaving limbs limp and undecided,
Like grass caught in a fence in a spring freshet,
Wavering in the flowing current.

To allow fear of the unknown,
of events that rarely happen,
Kills the courage to overcome, to try;
Thwarts the impulses of our better selves
To give a smile, the outstretched hand
To those about us, with love to hasten.

Love is the leaven from Heaven that kills fear,

Elsie Curry,1974

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