You May Yet Make Your Blessed Choice

You May Yet Make Your Blessed Choice As old man woke, empty room spoke silence cried, you have yet to die, mortal flesh is your chaffing yoke deepest regret your fallen cry! Fight no more, let love its gems pour rise to eager stand, see dawn's birth, with its light, take hold and thus score divine bounty of your true worth! Old man, your deep cut heart needs love just as sure as water is wet, such sweet blessings are from above have faith, such treasures you shall get! Walk this bright morn, let its voice speak with true purpose set - you were born, with grateful heart you must Light seek to heal heart and soul badly torn! Old man, listen to this true voice time waits for no dithering man, you may yet make your blessed choice saying, yes truly live I can! Robert J. Lindley, 11-02-2019 Rhyme, ( Whether in our dreams or by invisible voice, truth oft comes ) Note: Inspired by my reading of the wonderful poem titled, "A Voice In The Wilderness" , written by Harry Horsman. As while reading that poem's first stanza, the first stanza of this poem came to me in a flash. Harry my friend, you have my sincere thanks for the gift you have given.