Wisdom of meaning

Adam Santesson

Shall I ever certain be when

Looking at any thing,

Lord, what is truth of what has been,

Maybe I’m ignoring.

 

Heart of man shall ever long for,

Blues don’t never change, Lord,

Minds can sense the grace of splendour,

Hope, I can now afford.

 

Standing midst the hole of all absurd, cries

Souls observing Christ,

Light of truth has shone the path of crosses,

Sufferers, delight!

  • Author: Adam Santesson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2021 14:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: The blues refers to the blues, that is, the music that the human heart entails.
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 42
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