Follow My Lead
Poem
Published on December 6, 2020
Follow My Lead
Poem
What have I to do with the upkeep
Of this Thy world of strange design,
Am but a guest of this transitory camp,
I partake Thy offers without complain.
Yes as well-wisher true I must say
Thy hosting role needs more attention,
Abandoned here your guest does lay
Watching Thee break all good convention.
They spoke of Thee as a sterling host,
Thy halls all splendorous, Thine riches
Freely flowing. But alas I am truly lost
In a parched desert of endless wastes.
They said Thou art very loquacious,
Each word coloured with a smile
But am surrounded by terrible silence
Awaiting Thy entrance in quite a while.
In coïl Thou cooest, in eagle doth screech,
From million vain mouths Thou speakest!
Until my vicinity when Thou doth reach
When by stiff malady Thou art infected!
Let it all be and now follow my lead;
Dwell a day in the heart of me,
Find Thyself in veneration hosted
And any slip will be by eyes teary.
The sanctum in my hamlet is kept for Thee,
To Thee reserved for all Time and eternity.