I once told a beautiful stranger,
Whose very glance put my heart in danger,
"All that you love will leave you...
Except He who was always with you.
All that you chase is dust.
Your eye for the world an unseemly lust."
And what was once a light so strong,
Has dimmed - where did it all go wrong?
You chased a light that was a reflection,
Of a reflection of a shadow - deception.
You chased the cloak of accolades empty.
And gave up what was Divine and saintly.
Yet I dreamt of you again last night.
In better times, better place, better light.
What once was will be again.
Beautiful stranger, be the Helper again.
The caravan is calling as it departs,
To a Garden of delights and purified hearts.
Where the Lover awaits; He was always there.
All you love has left you in His Care.
Harlequi