Writing On The Living Wall Poem by James McLain

Life is love to wide,
and the thing you cannot say, I was driven to.
Be a hero of the lost and end disputes.
Your future,
how it is when it is past and young is now?
You do not have to rely on saying,
hallow be it thou, turning be of it.
Obtaining - feelings good.

Past the yesterdays and present is today,
Sleep the sleeping lay.
And deceased the deceased permit us each, knew day.
Behavior - functions we attend them all.
When heard at the presently,
and here you have died to long to live.
Medium double suicides, and God hears overhead.

Life the living footprint,
and pearls turn back the sand of time.
While each grain the sea, we wave perhaps.
Us and doing try to have the sun when rising.
Burning, using the warm center for each destiny.
Learn from the act of death and it pursues,
the living still,
and patients still, it achieves it works, it waits.

From the grave,
and writing on the living wall, the archers guided to.