Under dark ominous clouds... <br />Thoughts of mine rowing with Being Celestial <br />His Voice melodic, earnest... seemingly terrestrial: <br />Grieve we must grieve over hearts buried... <br />Those hurriedly engaged yet slyly unhurried <br />Over wasteland... in the brain land, <br />And, the lips that are hectic yet uncaring. <br /> <br />Grieve we must grieve over 'self-love married...' <br />Those hurriedly absorbed in self, <br />Still, to others numb and unhurried, <br />Minds intoxicated with hatred venom <br />Voyages taken into the land of deception, <br />Where values are robbed of pure color and merit <br />Earthlings stuck in sands of mystified sadness <br />Soaking up all with thirsty sponge of madness; <br />All embraced with an arm of toleration <br />Each value has fluid face and coloration. <br /> <br />Grieve we must grieve over sinister machination <br />The illusory needs that leave <br />The dim-witted head with dire starvation... <br />On dusty roads vacant eyes staring... <br />Fell in the grime! for all was mine! <br />Burning hurriedly with burned out imagination, <br />Not grieving over short-lived... vain machination. <br /> <br />Grieve we must grieve over hearts buried <br />Over wasteland... in the brain land... <br />(Unthinking of the Final Thought...) <br />And the hands busy yet uncaring... <br />................................................................................................... <br />Woe to me if I do not speak of Thee! <br />If the heart stays un-free, and the mind is on me... woe to me! <br />Not to know only... but to believe! ... to believe... <br />Averting eyes from thrill-seeking... imminent, ominous mischief... <br />Forever fed from the Hand of the Sacred Lamb...<br /><br />Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/converse-with-shepherd-dateless/
