None Come To The Father
The world casts a shadow
A pall over our soul
With a diminishing quality to it
Designed to make us feel, sense
A fading into the background of life
Obscured paths, unknown trails
Trees encroaching with dark branches
Choking the sunlight - murky becomes the way
There are multiple ways!
Take a path, any path!
All that matters is the intent in your heart...
Deceitful above all things!
Who can truly know?