I could see the mocking shadows dancing upon the wall never thought much of it at all. There will always be those moments when time echoes a gentle reminder-lest the heart pains in all it recalls.
Listen softly and do no harm. Is it true that the God of man’s vanity knows no difference between the eagle and the sparrow, but the true God takes notice lest a sparrow falls? And yet I stand on baited breath questioning life, doubting vested answers that pour memories in streaming waves of our good intentions drowning out our faintest quest.
Our needs never complete, for there will be a thousand mornings of thoughts to contemplate, and so little time for the mind to sleep, there are no certainties only dread among the poets keep.
And I knell upon the marsh to wetting my knees Venus tears flow to comfort my sorrow and I wipe the gentle brow kiss the soft lips and remember all my tomorrows.
The true God knows no difference between the eagle and the sparrow, the God of mans vanity separates us all.