Susan Clark Poet Free verse

Strange Are the Ways of Man

Strange are the ways of man, 
restless as the wind that blows through his soul.

The soul is wild until the One who made it calls
unto it and once more brings it peace.

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Eric Boddie November 13, 2015 at 6:22 PM we know not what we think....fooled by our own arrogance will cause us to sink....but once He Makes That Unrefuseable Call....will the choices we made allow us to soar or fall....well done susan....;) Susan Clark November 13, 2015 at 7:26 PM Yes sir Eric - beautifully said your comment - we cannot go up further until we kneel way down at His feet, and mean it - we cannot move to the head of the table without first being invited! thanks for your encouragement!