RMC

All that is will always be,
the past will clearly beat horizon sea,
as far as the eyes they can see
there will always be history.

The cast die appall it all
as celebrities we’ll be on a wall
either as suspects others call
or in some glorious hall.

We can revel in devilish ways
that turn our worlds days
in an endless curious haze
where it hopes we forget we praise.

In a power greater than fear
that comes is a tune from the back the rear
that tells me God is near;
I know that call so sincere.

I’ve prayed to God before
around the depths the door
to glory calls me to action once more
and I’ll be the one to whom Angels implore.

Talk I do to God daily
and sometimes even maybe
there are ways not shady
that catch me and persuade me.

I keep it close my ghost
I feel I want to know most
creeps away as to sleep I go
I know I can only be humble not boast.

For not is mine in the twine
that turns around for aged wine
after all the hurt and broken spines
there can be a blissful line.