The guiding Star
Blessedly not afar...
Yet, ideal bit by bit
Falling on earth's crust,
Unhearing stones,
Unmoved by Spirit's Gust...
Moment by moment dying
Inch by inch sliding
By flauntingly lying,
Dwelling on barren zone
Land ill-omened
Relishing ghoulish dryness
Instead of quenching thirst
From the Spring of Water Finest...
Breed hasty opinions
As ruinous minions
The heavenly bestowed gift
Used for demoralizing rift,
Swamped in vice throng
Smudged slope of right and wrong -
The robber of hope
In need of gallant rooting
To nurture abundant harvest -
Firm virtuous footing.
Deserting grasslands of life and love,
Life-giving, life receiving
Self-giving, grateful receiving;
On a haunting landslide of venal spree
A mainland, inland grievously un-free.
Dear Reader: I received your comment to my personal e-mail, yet for some reason it did not appear under this poem: Your works are truly awe inspiring. Highly regarded by true poetmasters. Thank you for your extraordinary kindness. In union with Christ's Love... Dorothy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was I who left this comment that disappeared into cyberspace. Glad you posted it for all of us.