A Poem

They say you are a godly man
Foot in mouth
Heart in hand
Take me where
The lovers go
Of tender joy I long to know
But dare I go where the savior flows
Like river in route
To oceans recess
Deep pools of glory
Await the traveler
Who fords the rocks
And rushing torrents
Stay the course
And reep reward
The river people
Are of one accord
Likeminded lifes
Quick to make a sacrifice
Selfishness blinded
A simple folk

They say still waters run deep
And what's in a heart
To surface seaps
Reveal to me what's burried below
Show me more than Ive dared to know
For I am a master of grand disguise
Playing both puppet  and puppetier in my own life
It's tiresome to be unreal
A mascerade requires guise and poise
A clanging cymbol just makes noise
But to come undone
Now there's a feet
Not of strength
But grand design
Masters clay
Moulded smooth
Shapped to please
Flowing lines
Fetching waters
Serving purpose
A title of intrinsic value
Only to be broken
And made anew
Disaprove?
Cry unjust?
Why my master
Turns me to dust?
For it is his pleasure
To do as willed
Again your vase
Will be filled
Some will carry
Some be spilled
But as an offering
To those in need
Isint  that a gogly man
To release your will
Unto his plan
Oh mortal man
How  could you stand
When  even angels
Will be judged
So best plans of creatures
Large and small
Amount to laughter
In thier finally

Take unto yourself
The design
Of pathways
That help you find your way
For  your journey becons  you
Once more, not to retire
Become usless
Egnite your flame
And your spirit same
Live a life of sacrifice
So that when  you stand
The father will say your a godley man