A Calling to bestow. (A poem by C.J. Petersen)

A calling to bestow.

Humanity to pontificate,

As words abate,

Before God kneeled,

Resolve is steeled.

Questions asked and the answers came,

A sad refrain,

Love ought be taught,

Urgency forte.

Teach all to Love their fellow man,

For this you can,

Do this for me,

True Heart I see.

© Copyright by Christopher John Petersen 

Author’s Notes: Forte: Traditionally pronounced by purists with only one syllable (like fort), it comes from a French noun.