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The Lost Ones

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Life Lessons Poems, Spiritual Poems

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 ©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press

lost ones

photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller (service and charity)

The world keeps churning, turning round
It does not stop for those who fall
The lost ones sleep upon the ground

Unloved, unnoticed and unfound
They pay no heed to clarion call
The world keeps churning, turning round

As tinkling tongues of brass expound
On ways and means to honor all
The lost ones sleep upon the ground

They cannot hear the cymbal’s sound
Nor do they fit the protocol
The world keeps churning, turning round

While sages speak in tones profound
Their words step over those who crawl
The lost ones sleep upon the ground

They dream no more; their hearts are bound
And no one comes to breach the wall
The world keeps churning, turning round

The lost ones sleep upon the ground

Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not charity,
I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
1 Corinthians 13:1
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