* The Last Seed Of Trust Poem by jimmy zepp

Through the bright lenses of my tear stained eyes,
Saw the sun; as it sinks and behind the horizon dies…
And in one of the corners of my mind’s foreign skies,
I saw my ghost; crawling out of the past and all its lies…

In the middle of nowhere, it suddenly wishes to make a stand,
Holding the last seed of trust, so tightly in his trembling hand,
He wants to plant it deep down below; but you know where?
For the final chance which was given, was fatal; he was aware…

Will it grow my Lord?
He was praying,
Will it endure my Lord?
He was praying,
Will she forgive me, my Lord?
He was praying,
Will she pray for me, my Lord?
Yes I'm praying...
Lord I know she had always prayed,
Drops of holy water on his image sprayed,
Yes, she cared and on him she was afraid...
But now the seed is planted,
And our Lord has blessed it,
It will grow and grow,
And she will know...
As time will flow,
Yes, she will...know! ! !