Philosopher's Stone Poem by Long Tooth

Those blessed by God find gold enough to share
No magic needs to prove that others care,
Hear Cornerstone! Creation's rock still croons
Impassioned lullabies, soul touching tunes.

As trusting grows, see chairs awaiting feast,
Taste flavors meant by God to soothe the beast,
The Shepherd's Lambs will have their egos shorn,
As lighter, naked souls surrender thorn.

Lay down your will and feel His smile's embrace,
In His provision, come to trust God's Grace.


Long Tooth
June 30,2017