Whereunto But Naught
Precious words peel gently from golden lips.
Homilies pure and right which teach the soul.
A presence omnipotent lent now unto wisdom.
Perception keen; deliverance made whole.
Inspiration comes forth now from the heart like unto liquid rain.
Colors once obscure now cleansed by the crimson stain.
So whereunto does both the heart and soul so sweetly see?
Whereunto but naught at the foot of an old rugged tree.
J. Allen Wilson © 6/2008
Write On!
Btw- This is you!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple PaSSion Lady Shexooo
STay Positive!
this made me feel very 'there'. ..
ness
GORGEOUS gratitude for salvation's gift - well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.