One wrong seed’s enough to rock the balance
but
labour’s only vain, and only nature wins.
Of atoms built of space I was born.
Back into that space each atom spins
and in between is all,
but nothing dreams,
in the realm of sleep at last."
Quote from poem, "After Weeding", ©Manna Hart, 9 Sept, 2019
I have found a perfect mystery
Love has a hold on me
Long before my life had come to be
Love had a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
Where do I come from
What does life mean
Is it not to know the one who made me
As I'm looking down the road ahead
Love has a hold on me
Someday when I breathe my dying breath
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
Where will I go
When this life is through
Back into the light that made me and you
Love has a hold on me
Something opened up my eyes to see
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
I don't have answers to all the questions
Running inside of my mind
But I can't help believe that
Understanding comes in time
Love has a hold on me
Something opened up my eyes to see
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
If I run, if I hide, I know inside
Your love has a hold on me
Tell me yes, tell me no, my heart will follow
Your love has a hold on me