Thoughts fail akin to words
as drops add to oceans wide.
Dust motes supplant the dirt
as grains of sand hold the tide.
Reason of care provides no cure
consider more to ponder less.
Except there be something pure
a chance to sleep eternal rest.
Apostles speak from the page
granting hope to quiet souls.
The silent spirit of this age
dies upon the shrouded knoll.
In God we trust turn of phrase
unless the heart be touched.
Meaning less each passing day
Incarnate shunned far too much.
Herdsman rejoice one lost found
peasants delight to sulk with kings.
Nobel or chaste fall to the ground
unless we think on these things.
