A loner's Ravings

The woods, the flowers The bizzare clouds Aimless rivers

I breathe the freshness of the world. I see the unbelievable splendour of the skies. The miracle of spring, the austere whiteness of winter. And I wonder, What does this all mean. Surely all this grandeur cannot be for us alone. We do our best to destroy it. But fragility has its own strengths. Strenghts we have yet to fathom. May be there is hope yet.

The clock tolls. The dread chime staggers In its journey into everlasting silence. Billions of senseless markings And meaningless hands. No one tells the truth Not one knows the awful truth to tell. Hidden slyly in the cavernous maw Of the unfathomable. How much longer to the finale

Glory to thee, all powerful one. The heavens and the earths and other universes,if any, Are your unimaginable playground. And the creatures thereof, Witness to your thoughts. Maybe it all went wrong somewhere, And we ended up where we are now. In a cruel, vicious world. Where nothing seems to be right. Where your awful powers prevail not. Where doubt leads to violence beyond belief. Fill my mind and my soul with the eternal fire of your glory. Fill all our minds with your glory And, please, clear up this mess.