Poems from Zachary Harris
To the land of wandering
and stories that ancients told
Leaving us to pondering
The memories of travels old
To the land filled with dust...
Affections leak in anew
into my sinking ship
Hope please cause me no rue
for it is a bitter cup to sip.
I feel my words sound a gray repetition
In all their feeble toils and spins
That when all comes to fruition
I am cleared from all my sins...
To be tired and to be blessed
A common trial and test
Fatigue reminds me best
In Him I am to rest
For to sleep I am depraved
In my...
Not that vice should be to one
The cause of purity
For it holds no value ever
on our security
Rather to you who bled
who followed...