Hustle bustle...helter skelter
to and fro...no time for shelter
homeless heart in summer swelter
no resting place...hand's been dealt her
Barren deserts...waterless clouds
worldly madness...so many crowds
"Take me home"...speaks heart still proud
arrayed so sadly...in death's shroud
Hurry, hurry...so we can wait
wait too long and you'll be late
Lines aplenty at nirvana's gate
still she cries "release my fate!"
Windows open...now and then
in human crate...so full of sin
Cracks bleed Light...perhaps a trend?
Spirit heart...seeks a friend
Wounded, beaten...heart's first smile
a resting place...for just a while?
a home at last....thru many trials?
a Father's heart...to walk a mile?
Free at last....to gather peace
heart lamb finds the golden fleece
A Shepherd's heart...This Holy Priest
a resting place that will not cease
(some drive time thoughts this day...perhaps a little offbeat...ron)
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