Henry's Blog (1)

I sat under a tree and prayed to thee,

For some one to come and set us free,

I did not know that it would be me.



For who can change this world we have created,

The soul so divine it keeps me elated,

The inner BEING that became so frustrated,

Loneliness grew as I watched the world fated,

To greed and corruption so unrelated.



It was the voice of a hermit so far,

Hiding away in his tiny jar,

A home he made in a far away… Continue