People, Places, and Things

I've seen you move with fire Your spirit all aglow You sang and wrote poems all winter, New life you did reenter. Faith had found you You were like morning dew. The reservoir you jogged The Hudson where you biked, Those were your spot of healing Your place of worship appealing. faith had found you You were like morning dew. And then you disappeared That devil's jealous heart, Just kept coming after you As life and death, you reviewed. Faith had never left you You were like morning dew. So! if one's inner limp dims, And no one seem to care, Seek out your spot of healing Your place of worship appealing. *