Oh soul <br />How thine weeps thy sorrow <br />Of contemplation of the vast maltitude <br />Of heart's left in tares of worldly treasure <br />And of thine elected feets of stumbalance <br />snared in wastelands of foolish hungerances... <br /> <br />Oh Soul <br />How thine weeps voice of reverance <br />Unto thy days of open hearts movement <br />Whenst last She did comprehend thine truth <br />And would bask within it's savoring bounderies <br />Taking stance upon solid rock without wavery... <br /> <br />Oh Soul <br />How thine tearfulant moans hath risen <br />Upon Angel's wings hath been heard on high <br />Resting ever so stately at thine Thrown o' Grace <br />Awaiting thine deliverance of answered recognitiance <br />Whenst forth thine heart shalt hath voidance fullfill <br /> <br />Oh Soul <br />How thine spirit hath been lifted in chaft <br />Bringing forth thy nessessary supplement <br />Whenth forth empty void hath no longer strength <br />Of redoundance of thine devine imployment <br />O f what shouldth be an' shalt forever more decree........................<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thine-empty-chair/
