The heart is never resting, always reaching
For life is movement, searching and beseeching
The mind is ever lost in its fixation
The eye runs restive, searching for salvation
The hands, they want to wander, e’er exploring
Where there’s no holiness, there’s still adoring
In silence, or, if all the world befriending
We’re always trying to write
A perfect
Ending
Love this.
Perfect!
Reblogged this on MY.THOUGHTS.MY.LIFE.MY.WORLD. and commented:
One of my favourite poem for today – from No Talent For Certainty.
Check out the blogs! Talented poet. 🙂
And I’m still trying….
Is salvation possible?
Yes
How?
“Acceptance, forgiveness, and love”
And donuts.
Lovely one.