The Sound

Sufficient for the moment. The pains my heart endures. Reaching out to consequence. Answers and great cures.

Taking time for granted. The moments and each hour. Laughing at significance. With a face so long and dour.

Rhyming without reason. Stopping on a dime. Luring in the great djinn. Who couldn’t wait to unfold time.

For fear is for the asking. And love not often free. In long discussion with mate and master. We all began to see.

The ticket is not counterfeit. The priceless dream insured. Mockery and nuisance. Must be happily endured.

Abiding in true nonsense. Deprived of common sense. The down payment on eternity. Was so wide and twice as dense.

So we fought with out fists clenched. Open heart, welcome hand. The fires grew much larger. Winds blew it as we fanned.

In posture of true wonder. In awe with eyes so wide. We couldn’t wait to enter. As sophist, queen or bride.

For the treasure sits there waiting. For poet, prince or scribe. For whistling is not begging. For imagination we describe.

Things beyond understanding. And castles made of gold. We must equate the offering. When we’re daft and much too old.

I forgive you for the insult. And wish you twice the best. I will not be as the forgotten. Escape poor choices of the rest.

In love with God as Father. Loving those whom He loves. No sacrifice is needed. No more goats or turtle doves.

For Christ has come to save us. And now we’re heaven bound. No matter how often you repeat it. I never tire of the sound.

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