Spiritual Contentment
To All
Alone in deep ponder are thoughts to wonder when
and where my time will be. The din of ticking time with
no reason or rhyme hurled from the winds to never see.
Time takes away each living day to the dusk’s of that
star gleaming glare. Gone yet another dawn robbed by
the winds to never care.
Those dreams I once famished the endearing faces I so
lavished caught by the thrusts their early tomb. In the
blink of eye my hearts howling cry whether that loss
has hope or doom.
For the winds who can know, with out the spirit who
can grow, yet we yen to catch each passing dream.
Those of whom I love, created from above by a love
so endless and supreme.
As we look beyond the eye whether faith is hidden or
shy seeking reason for our very being. To those who
inside opting of self pride I bid you this joy I’m feeling.
