Sanctuary

Beckoned by the old, oak entrance
A deepest brown of wisdom's welcome
Passing through, the empty stainglass windows
call my name
They tell forgotten tales of empires and legacies
A King, where on a hilltop was betrayed
A kiss, so gently placed upon His human flesh,
soon to be torn from His face

No man shall wear a greater crown
of thorns, nor lords,
and thieves on either side
A tree between His shoulder blades

And This stained glass, not yet broken
Is shattered none the less.

There stands the pulpit, who could miss it?
Erect and monumental
A medal of honor
Proudly pinned in the center of the sacred cathedral
A condemning place of concentration
For the prisoners in their pews
Who can honestly accept the truth?

The angels, they sing, the angels, always singing
Hallelujah
Babies with their wings
Halo's and harps,
little clouds and chords softly strung
Should not bold warriors take their stead?
This, I've always wondered

As the bell tower resounds
Ding-Dong, Ding. Dong, Ding.
Calling, calling, calling all the children,

"Suffer not...
Come unto me

I will give you rest."

What does this mean?

There was a lion laying in a field, with a disgruntled disposition, that said "Do Not Disturb"
There was a walrus laying on a beach, with tusks in need of sharpening, and no will to return to sea

"i have no will to return"

Howdy

Greetings new world of written words,

It's quite splendid to join this community of writers. I only wish there were more people interested in what one another have to share. There isn't much i have to say in this preliminary entry other than hello, and i certainly hope you share with me the honest thoughts and emotions my posts conjure within your hearts and minds. Which requires the use of said parts of the human anatomy. I'll mainly be posting different pieces of mine such as songs and poetry. And of course the occaissional random rambling. I shall attempt not to talk to much. Oh and there is one thing you should know about me... I cannot spell.

Have you ever considered the possibility that your heart may think and your mind might feel?

I was just pondering this myself.

Peace and Blessings,
-William Robert Stoy, IV