Like a harbour docked with ships , That Leave and arrive in the guidance of a light house, is my heart. A shelter to the arriving and departing love. Yes, but...non-guided. Wrecked,Wretched and awful. That once rented a gruesome space to a soujourner. A tenent unknown and untrustworthy.
Some men seek flesh which does not belong to them. Others, gold, or colored paper worn extraordinarily thin. Still others covet gadgets and toys that tinker. Some merely are after the liberty to be a free-thinker. While I see the value of gold and liberty, One will grow old, while the other is found in tranquility. So then, as I sojourn, my eyes are set on the Trinity. And because of the pity of Divinity, I am already a citizen of that unseen city.