By Tony DeLorger © 2011
In the hallowed halls of grace await,
the souls of past divine instate,
with hands outstretched in kindness make,
the lives of earthly spender.
In shadow mists relent or missed,
their love exudes from serpent kiss,
misunderstood and feared resist,
the lessons of life on offer.
Without the blame or absent faith,
the pain of life of sweetness make,
suffering bliss and remedy take,
the other side the key.
For all I struggle and hold my will,
kindness wraps me up instils,
the truth of understanding kills,
my doubts and fears unsaid.
They are the hands of silent deed,
whose love and nurture end succeeds,
for with or without what I believe,
their treasured faith resides.
Without words, without judgement,
the will of life.