Mantles Without Takers Poem by Charles Karia

Pursuing God, once upon a fast,
During labours holy but difficult,
I beheld the gift wardrobe of the king.
There were mantles colourful and rich,
That the king desired to be worn,
But there were no worthy takers.

Instead of guarded consecration,
The human candidates were deep,
In pursuit of carnal amusements.
And when you saw them fast,
It was for fleeting toys of this life.
Things garbage in eternal realm.
Meantime the saints are seeking,
Impartation by big preachers,
To get a shortcut to glory,
Without paying the marked price.
It will happen hut in a dream.
Not in the real world we live in.