Oh soul
How thine weeps thy sorrow
Of contemplation of the vast maltitude
Of heart's left in tares of worldly treasure
And of thine elected feets of stumbalance
snared in wastelands of foolish hungerances...
Oh Soul
How thine weeps voice of reverance
Unto thy days of open hearts movement
Whenst last She did comprehend thine truth
And would bask within it's savoring bounderies
Taking stance upon solid rock without wavery...
Oh Soul
How thine tearfulant moans hath risen
Upon Angel's wings hath been heard on high
Resting ever so stately at thine Thrown o' Grace
Awaiting thine deliverance of answered recognitiance
Whenst forth thine heart shalt hath voidance fullfill
Oh Soul
How thine spirit hath been lifted in chaft
Bringing forth thy nessessary supplement
Whenth forth empty void hath no longer strength
Of redoundance of thine devine imployment
O f what shouldth be an' shalt forever more decree........................
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thine-empty-chair/
