Ecclesiastical thoughts…

Ecclesiastical thoughts…

All the seeds I’ve sown

All the years I’ve grown

All the streets I’ve known

It’ll all just melt away

 

All the dreams I’ve cloned

All the moves I’ve blown

All the fields I’ve mown

And it all comes down to this

 

Watch how that beauty mystifies the soul

There’s little to control

Yet plenty in the bowl today

Cherish the gifts at the mercy of God’s hand

I don’t even wonder why

 

All the pain I’ve moaned

All the tunes I’ve toned

All the fears I’ve owned

And striving after wind

 

All the flesh and bone

All the coops I’ve flown

All the goods I own

To dust it turns again

 

Like clouds in the sky, or smoke that wisps away

Or crumbles in decay

There’s nothing new to say at all

I’ll try to make the best of every darkened way

It all comes to light someday

 

All the seeds I’ve sown

All the years I’ve grown

All the streets I’ve known

It’ll all just melt away

by Garth Bowen