This poem is not written with thought of leading
Another to a place he might not wish to go.
I don’t lay claim to being a firm believer in the
Occult, or of mystery. I travel, to and fro.
Prove to me the beginning of something rare,
I’ll listen, turn it over in my mind for it’s worth.
Shall I go with, and do it, stay with it to an end?
Isn’t that, after all, how ideas are given birth?
I was taught many years ago to listen and digest
It, information is a plus. Store it, use it at will.
Thus I come to the end and moral of my tale.
All you hear is worth while, store it in your till.
Many years ago, I was advised by my elders,
To not forget the power of prayer. That advice
Taught, served me well. I’ve prayed for the very
Sick, near death, seen some get well in a trice.
Remember Always, The Power Of Prayer
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
September 12, 2011