__ Onto thy feet __
Onto thy feet will I relinquish
As Much pain and Malice that
Nestle within my mind.
Onto thy feet, the womb of infinite bliss,
The voice of unheard sound,
Will I lave all the dross that keeps me
Away from thy Plenteous blessings.
Weary of Waywardness of thought That is drying the juice of life,
And The age - old stillness inside
Combined doth drift me away from life.
Onto thy feet my conscious rhyme
and the Facsimile of my Saving.
Will I lave all the dross that keeps me Away from thy Plenteous blessings
Onto thy feet will I relinquish As Much pain and Malice that Nestle within my mind
The womb of infinite bliss! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Weary of Waywardness of thought That is drying the juice of life, And The age - old stillness inside Combined doth drift me away from life.