WHAT GOOD...???

The shore was close never, to see

A place to put my soul at peace.

My canoe full of fruits of love,

But not a soul to share it with me.

What good those fruits without a mate?

What good this world which put me to hate?

Yet again, I see the lady luck

Pausing and teasing me, but,

Gospel taught me “forgive and be”

There I let her go, mocking free.

What good the wounded soul she made?

What good a heart which is but, dead.

It is too late to turn my back now

And seek the shelter of ignorance

Rattled within by wicked worldly howls

That silences my humble penitence.

What good my efforts to return to love?

What good who left me for realm above?