Dormant Poem by Keith Foley

I of mine own self, nothing can do.
I think myself something I am a fool.

Because this worlds not as it seems,
The dreamer alone dreaming his dreams.

Working his way to no place in time.
Riding this illusion should be a crime.

Coasting through life as it seems to be,
Needing some answers planted in me.

The planted seed strugles for life.
Encumbered by work and daily strife.

Dormant I lay waiting for You.
Come unlock Your treasures tried and true.

With patience and love quick shall I grow,
And Into the world grace will flow.