Oh Beautiful world with all its traps,
And swaggerers who think they know the way;
Claiming people for their own,
By their hand, and mouth.
Playing God,
With flapping lips and icy hearts.
What searching souls and open hearts,
They throw down to the earth,
Carrion, to be pecked at by crows and,
Defamed as non-believers.
But the way is open,
To the hurt and misguided children,
Who are willing to let go,
Of Self,
And relax into the Universal truth,
That has no path but is the right one.
Copyright 1996 (updated 2021) F. Kate Langan
I love words; long ones, short ones, antiquated and new ones. Herein I string some together to make statements on the condition of life while caning chairs. Enjoy.
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