Peace
Peace
I search, I ponder, but to no avail,
I march to the tune, my vessel doth sail.
Up, down, all around, from hither to thither,
From warm to hot, from cold to shiver.
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity,
Full of labor, is there no sanity.
Some are crooked, some are straight,
Some are round, left to its own fate.
From riches to rags, from rags to riches,
From dull to wise, only others to clichés.
No profit, no profit, what am I to do?
From man’s store house of wisdom, I have no clue.
I yearned; I cried, there must be some peace,
A glitter of light, I laid out a fleece.
My plea dear God, show me the way,
Amity came close, God made my day!
Copyright © Terry Henderson | Year Posted 2018
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