- less than dust -
this world, in the main,
stewing in madness
don't belong here -
still, faithfully must...
walk on this soil
voluble, deafening sounds
skin-deep in boil -
as birdbrained grounds -
opining on "things" -
not knowing much
not interested
eager to hear nor watch -
silence is treasure
still, dimwit will measure
the loudness of sounds
big-sounding words
attracting blind hordes -
- less than dust -
don't belong here
still, faithfully must...
each life has might
welcoming Light
endure at His sight...
-am less than dust
still, till the End must...
uneager to watch
my meager core
lastingly to Thee
attached...
longing for
nothing less
than unabated
unison match...