Twould ring the bells of Heaven; The wildest peal for years, If Parson lost his senses; And people came to theirs.
Twould ring the bells of Heaven; The wildest peal for years, If Parson lost his senses; And people came to theirs.
I saw with open eyes Singing birds sweet Sold in the shops For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of Stupidity Street. I saw in a vision The worm in the wheat, And in the shops nothing For people to eat Nothing for sale in Stupidity Street.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
I climbed a hill as light fell short, And rooks came home in scramble sort, And filled the trees and flapped and fought And sang themselves to sleep.
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?
Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill; And stared into the sky until; My eyes were blind with stars and still; I stared into the sky.
See an old unhappy bull, Sick in soul and body both.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories