Fallow Ground Poem by Gerry Legister

My fallow heart which was lay dormant,
As a pilgrim reef marooned at havens rest,
Awoken to the sound of a breathing chant
The adrenalin beating hard within my chest.

Breaking out the cold feeling of loneliness,
Habits clung magnetically like links of chains.
Rattling fierce as footsteps through darkness
Carrying along my broken frame in tragic pains.

The heart evolve with each tangled exchange,
And every spoonful of juice went soothe
Which seems to banish the dark with revenge
Make state of mind for truth to slip through.

Consciousness of senses serve mightiest duty,
Miraculous seeds growing in fallow ground,
Give solemn attention to last for eternity,
Sprouting good thoughts from the deep wound.

My soul will no longer be like a stubborn wall,
Connected with obstruction and evil intent.
Perhaps truth was the Saviour in a welcome fall
And the opportunity waited for this moment.

When the subject of truth made up the mind,
Many thorny laws were covered in the dark,
Snares cast about you for temptation to find,
Reasons for the spirit to progress revival work.