Warehouse of the Weary,
here,
if you care to look,
you find your Tired,
your Hungry,
you Poor
and not from Foreign Lands
on Distant Shores,
but the neighbor next door
the one you never found
the time to know.
does the Welcome Wagon
even still arrive anymore?...
The last time I recall one
was back in "84,
Dutchman's Pipe
was in full bloom
on my front porch,
doe hanging
in the old root cellar
with water laden cobwebs
and spider webs
older than some states
glistening in the light
of one bare bulb
and scraped skins ready
for processing
laying wrapped on shelves
built into the rock wall
a century before...
Such is the twist of things
in the Mist called Life,
we sometime grope
but rays of Hope do shine,
sometimes shining upon
what you need to see before you,
other times shining upon you,
so you come to Believe
where Life has taken you
was always where
you were supposed to be;
but it is your Choice
to Believe in a Greater Power
and take the chance
or you may lose the opportunity
to do the good things
for yourself and others
you were always meant,
you have been sent,
if you have the Faith,
to do...|
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015
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