Wandering Soul - Poem by Tess Rockenstire
I can’t think but only lonely song.
My head is spinning, wandering
Like a lost soul, in the wilderness.
Looking for a house were I could rest.
Give me peace, in this serene place.
I need guidance, a hand that is firm
to point me to the right direction.
I need someone who is not blind, like me.
Rather a man with a lamp in his hand,
That will light the way to the path
Were the righteous rest, in their conquest.
Mercy! Mercy! She cried in aghast.
Your child is returning from her quest
She have experienced the fill of loneliness,
emptiness, and anguished.
They are at your altar as an offering to you.
I’m asking for your forgiveness,
I am a wanderer of this earth.
Give me the power to turn the page
Were I lift off the life of heavenly blissed.
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