Still looking.
I have walked in the valley of the shadow of death, and I have feared great ill
And stumbled over stoney ground, where surer feet have fell
I’ve known the loss of guiding hand and mourned it’s steady hold
And wandered in the desert place beyond the shepherds' fold
My prayers have bounced from brass clad dome, to echo in the void
My tears and cries unanswered, my faith and trust destroyed
The bitter gall of emptiness, of wasted time and chance
Chokes the breath and cuts the heart with realizations lance
The powers that be, no longer hear, the screams of mankind’s woe
The watching eagle eyes of care, no longer see below
For in that place where heaven was, there sits an empty hall
Recording every echo, of the cries and pleas of all
The countless Gods, the Prophet hordes, the Holy men of old
Lie unmarked in their waiting rooms, for promises of gold
Their statues bear this testament to all who look and stare
If one of these were truly God, why doesn't he declare.
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Last edited by Ethan Blake; 12-31-2010 at 03:46 AM..
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