When all your Life
When all your life has gone astray,
When all your dreams have slipped away,
When you have sold the treasured field,
For pot of gold and measured yield.
When up you look and see no stars,
For you are blinded by the cars.
When know you not what's missing still,
Where shall you turn to have your fill?
Oh tortured soul with empty mind,
What seek yee which thou might find?
You'll see it not in all this mall,
Of concrete stairs and golden hall.
I yearn for home but courage lack,
To rise from up my hated track.
I sit behind this dreaded screen,
And click until my heart is mean.
I've thrashed around while sitting still,
And known the mind of one who'd kill,
So now ill try a different path,
Of broken heart and not of wrath.
Of this I ask with honest lips,
For this I seek with fingertips,
It's here I knock with beating chest,
At heart of he of living crest.
I ask for eyes of blessed light,
To see what is of humble might.
I seek for wisdom of an age,
That passes not with turning page.
I knock so that the way of saints,
Which children know and nature paints,
That narrow path up virtues hill,
Might open up for me to till.
Into the Depths
Read the Poem again
Put away your devices
Be present and contemplate