Resting Place
There upon the glenn sits the way of hearts
Beckoning the lost, the faint and the perverse
A strong force, ready in the valley simply waiting
Standing by, coddling the lost in pilgrimage
Her doors wide open, no boundaries, sheer courage
She gently whispers to those who hear
“Enter in and rest my weary hopeless dear”
Squandered fortunes, stolen goods, the forgotten
Straying through the mountains, lost in the oceans on the tides at sea
Breathe and sleep under starry skies
Place the softened pillow under your head and see
How dull are the worries of men
When compared to the acts of God
©2017 BH
