We seek what never was
Pure intensity
Dense poor judgment
Along the trail we failed
To focus on the light
Darkness siren call
Tempting us to fall
Sweet perfume of truth
Eden flowers bloom
The journey in our head
Whispers to the dead
To see with eyelids shut
Finely tuned sense of touch
Secret to it all
Simple role of faith
Forsake the urge to crawl
Stand divinely tall
Only by His GRACE……….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010
