Voice Of The Gods Poem by Abel John

Search your spirit,
Search your heart,
Give an ear to the still little voice;
And you'll find that the things I counsel you of
Are what make man a living being.

Search my life,
Check my ways,
Give an eye to the path I trend;
And you'll find that the things I chasten you of
Aren't of the council of my strengths.

It's the realm into which I strive also to dive,
And make the future a haven.
Maybe I'm worse than you could picture,
But more zealous than chancy
To build a nature with chancel.

What do I?
I open you up to the realm of knowledge and good judgement and give a momentum.
Bottom line?
I flow not in my ideas, but give to you what the spirit gave to prepare you for autumn.

Wisdom isn't a guarantee for perfection,
Nor would good-judgement quarantines against pitfalls.
Give not ears but mind to counsels,
And take not your offering far from chancel.
Let your eyes see beyond the dancing lips of your counsellor;
For he's only but an oracle of the gods.
And also a mud of fluctuating and imperfect mental canvas like a dude.
So, listen, look, and learn.