BruisedReed3
Changes all around, I see:
From decay's claws, none is free ---
What is, and is not passing?
Earth's fashion is ever fading!
Visage even, soon coarse:
All earth-born run like course;
Fair today, tomorrow blackened;
Body, firm now; anon, slackened!
Earth's adamant is but cloud wall;
A spider web, shaming all,
Nay, letting down at long last,
Any, who himself into her arms cast!
Saviour divine, my aplomb,
In aught of this earth-dom,
Pray, sink in the ocean of thy will:
That I mightst grind only in thy mill!
Away from my heart, all passings;
Oh, welcome all ever-abidings:
My faith hath espied eternal treasure,
Kept safe, for my eternal pleasure!
Amen!
-Ojo'je Ad'eyi