Surrounded here in beauty quite,
Reflecting long all day and night;
There's stillness in the life around,
For those still living with head above ground.
But solitude and loneliness hurt,
God guiding righteously to be clean from dirt;
As houses line the hillside there,
Majestically depleting and atmosphere air.
And behind the hills the mountains stands;
Away from seashore waves and sands;
And as is expecting a friend to meet,
I sit here solemnly on this seat.
I could have taken a different path,
And follow my nose to those where ask;
But in the truth of life and all,
It's best to wait until his call.
And many a man a chance to it,
The idea of the truth most fit;
To find his God in hidden time,
To be supplied and fulfilled through pen and rhyme.
Then as by chance I drew them all,
Overwhelmed and charmed you this call;
The magnificent of days gone by,
Returns in triumph no more to die.
Signed,
The will to try
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