When a Man Finds Peace and Mary Finds Her Lamb

We see the world, through these borrowed eyes. A place of wonder, with the bluest skies. Though we can't help it, we slowly go blind. Till wonder's bleak and, thats' the darkest kind. Until we are old, and lungs feel the burn. We'll know what it was, we came here to learn. Whispers in church bells, or heard in the wind. A person suffers, because he has sinned. Soon the sun will rise, when love's spell is cast. And a man finds peace, in his heart at last! date: 11/15/22