***MESSIANIC ABODE***

I've been thinking, grossly mind thinking
Momentarily saying, almost always saying
Like Dido the singer beautifully sang
Today like a loud bell, it really rang


What if my life is for rent?
It isn't exactly mine to be bent
A living of distorting fine
Nothing exactly is truly mine


Back and forth is the race of man
Like the blade of an oscillating fan
My own very thoughts are spirit deep
Follows through in the presence of sleep


Nothing ever is radiantly permanent
Live life like a humble rental prominent
And after posing gallantly Angelic
Not to miss the abode of the Messianic.





Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.

Live, Love, Laugh

Kaylove.