Resting Place

 

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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

Thanking all lovely thoughts today

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