Arriving at the chapel gates come noon, Almighty He allowed a moment's rest To those who'd had to keep their Warm and best emotions to themselves.
As gladly as arriving birds the folk had felt The Lord of Lords and Angels be; Accordingly, they'd give their utmost. . . .
Appearances remain the kind of stuff A fool will go by, but the best believe Aright and give so as to love; They thereby nullify the core Of non-existence.
Many days and nights are we allowed sometimes, And many wanderings that life might bring To many far and different-flowing kinds Of Heaven's spring
Published on the Ancient Paths Facebook page on May 18, 2019.