“Renounce all and do follow me”
All disregarded with much glee
Sighs in a nook a forlorn tree
Even the Giant broke his lofty wall to let the children in
The Child in that Elysium did soak all that was mean
Blessed was the Giant pure in heart getting rid of sin
Who Art the Fishers of men?
Whispering in sun and rain
Leave mammon and once be sane
There’s a mad gold-rush
Films, songs pens and brush
The world’s full of mush
Someone…is in pain
“I thirst” whose eyes rain?
Posted for Kerry’s prompt A Mini Challenge For Easter Sunday @ Real Toads
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United