Colin F. Jones
What feeble torrid persons we all are!
Constrained by all mans' churches falsely built;
Near sighted, seeing never, seeing far;
Shamed by all our inconsequential guilt.
Reach then beyond the clutches of mans’ priest
Who hides his defect behind religious robe,
And join with God to share His wondrous feast
And walk the paths along which Jesus strode.
Walk by the waters where all life doth drink
And wallow in the sunlight of the day.
Sit upon a quiet bench and think
And watch God creatures in the trees at play.
And while you bathe in all this wondrous scene,
The Lord will watch and keep your spirit clean.
©Copyright June 1, 2001 by Colin F. Jones