To the Unknown Source
To The Unknown Source
To whom this may concern,
I commit my soul, my worm.
I live from day today, as some say…
when I bite the Clover, it is over.
Love Hallowed if it be thy name,
I have heard of thy precept fame.
May thy kingdom come among,
in strives my hands I have wrung.
Of my meanness reaping seeps,
I’ve heard of Love, there be sheep.
Goats of mighty ships afloat,
descend into the abyss moat.
If Love be true Love, the will,
of which one’s life should spill,
then my will has been, bitter pill,
of bitterness has been my seal.
Forgive me as I will forgive,
of this Love I forever will live.
Of my daily bread I will be fed,
feeding my neighbors as I am lead.
Of whom this may concern,
commit I myself of Thee to learn.
Of awesome Precept I am kept.
Of beastly concepts I have wept.
Loose the human concept yoke,
of bitterness pill I am thus broke,
by concepts of which I spoke.
Humans in gross darkness grope.
For Frank’s
Compose a prayer
No I am not as unfamiliar with God as this poem would suggest,
But few know the Source fully as the Love that He actually is.
“Because strait and narrow is the way, few there be that find it.”
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