A Mother's Prayer

How can I write you, my heart, my soul's one true poem?
Words inadequate mere art
Digesting meridian to but gloam.
Heavenly promises deferred mine at least.
Earthly compass interred thy soul at peace.
Left without means, save God's grace,
I pray for direction to that place
Wherein my peace might be found,
You in my arms, ne'er again to be put down