Thomas Vaughan Jones
Thomas Vaughan Jones Poems
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Is There Anybody Out There
Space! The final frontier
where stars are simply signposts to a place,
where, we are told, a paradise awaits.
Open to all who live within God’s grace.
But is He there? That Sentient Entity!
Does He exist? Or is He just asleep?
Does He no longer hold a watchful eye,
or does He take delight when strong men weep?
The World is screaming, torn by war and blight.
White collared men place all the blame on Man,
for God is Love, and love is blinding light.
But Love lies bleeding in His Master plan.
Should any say that Man must have his ...
There's a house on Windy Corner
at the top of Breezy Hill,
standing cold, alone and empty
in the grasp of Winter's chill
Once the rafters rang with laughter,
fun and music filled the air.
Sunshine poured through every window.
Love lived in profusion there.