Poezja

Eons ago upon this living Earth
Repentant souls wanton for redemption
Mired in famine, illness and dearth
Their lack of true faith, their only prevention

Though much time has past to this time of place
The yearning for forgiveness remains
But yet still lacking is their will of grace
Rending encumbrance of ills to sustain

What seed of wisdom failed to root?
That enlightenment to salvation sought eludes
The answer avails its self even to the deaf and mute
For it is harbored within each and all to construe