13 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 082 Trails through this world are countless

Trails through this world are countless, many have yet to be tried
shadows dance and leap out into the night, leading me on, to where the roads divide

Though my pockets have worn empty and I carry no intent
you can still find me lodged in-between, as if these things were meant, to be, while the wood is green

Like a child embarks among the young, I am wandering through the darkness
in a vain search for water, to cool my tongue but I have only found distress

I try to carry my repentance, in the fruits, my branches bear
but this is not always aligned with my desires but rather where there’s fear

…  of being cut down at the root and cast into the fire

So each time I lay myself down to sleep, it’s for this world I pray and plead
for your forgiveness, for those times we’ve gone astray

We are all lost without your guidance, like the many seeds, cast upon the rock
may your mighty winds take us, to fertile ground, no longer set apart

Keep us humble, gentle and patient, charitable, forbearing and free
let us spare no effort, to make the first testament, the binds of peace and unity

Keep guard over our hearts and over our thoughts, keep us awake and sober
No drunkenness or indecency, no debauchery or vice, no quarrel or jealousies

… let Christ, himself be our armor.