The Way I See

I focus on a steady course, unwavering, with just the few there'd be of us. We past the ignorant, composed of juxtaposed hearts and minds of a lost world that overflow with the many of them there'd be. 'Tis easy to fall into a soulless mire, for their company be greater, tho' friendless they'd be of any tiny mind whose extents are to the girth of their being. They toil neath our hydroplane sails that breathes life's purposeth, empowered by our angelic host that guides a righteous path to a waiting gate that holds open, to welcome us, warmingly. The soulless has parted from their earthy remnants, as their spirits rejuvenate within a spectrum light, for once they'd be lost, yet, now sheeps they'd be that returneth to the fold of a blessed meadow, sinless entities all. Now our numbers restored to its true levels from whence it were from the beginning of timeless innocence. We are tended to by our genteel shepherd and our angelic host. There'd be the one Heaven and together with the whole of us, delve into the eternal mirth that enlightens the essence of the many. Date: 06/04/2019