With open arms

(poems go here) A quick glance to be blinded by his wealth A harvest of laud implying desire Yearning a better life, not just for himself A heart for the lost is his only admire Vision entails what God made him to be Ordained to grasp his staff and tend His flock But intent slowly predates destiny Discord with honest intent cracks the clock He’s fallen victim to his hollow thoughts And soon his accomplishments seem distraught Why give himself away to be the light To be neglected with bitter despite? His only departure, a hidden cliff He leaps, and with open arms embraces the abyss