Peculiar is the stroll I start
A lonely spark it does impart
And yet, in the ice of this heart
Bursts a flame
Peculiar still goes my tread
As I walk amongst the dead
Listening for what isn't said
Is my claim
Drear the day I saunter out
Meditating on my doubt
A plodding distant lout
I'm e'er the same
It's this sameness that I hate
Am I cursed with such a fate
To never grow, to learn too late
Of my shame
But in stillness of the plod
I hear the whisper of my God
And revealed is the enemies fraud
As very lame
And joy does rise as I walk
Diligently hear the angels talk
And sing, Glory! as I gawk
O Praise His Name!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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