Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D. - Cryptic Scribble

-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
don't belong here...
still, till the End must...

Thy Guiding Hand
Thy Love Divine
touch by Thy nearness
all souls and mine...

Jesus... I love you...

Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.

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