Waves Of Love
Unanswered, remains the riddle
As men are ridden with mock ambition.
Veiled still, is the life so vast
As music comes from the magic fiddle.
Soul wanders with liddle
Having salvation as her junction.
As time will soon be past,
In plight she moves with twiddle.
HE measures the sins in a girdle
As heaven or hell is the tradition.
Upon them, our life is cast
While we remain in the middle.
When he was set ablaze,
Joining him was her fate.
Over hurdles, have a braze;
Make truth as your trait-
To pass quickly over the maze.
Saturday, December 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hurdles,love,love and life,mind,salvation,soul
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Our actions determine our selves. Doing Right things will save you from the attacks of sins and he'll.