All Tinsel and Tinker  

All Tinsel and Tinker  

—after “In the Valley of Sorrow”

I will wait for Thee, for no other
Choice have I.  There is nowhere
Else to go, but to Thee.

Deceitfully, this land of sorrow
Offers joy as well, but back to sorrow
It always again returns.

This land of sorrow offers honey
That often hides a little poison
And too often too much poison.

Knowing the pessimist, I have chosen
The optimist only the learn the truth
Was with the pessimist.

In this land of sorrow, only the love
 Of God and Guru is worth pursuing.
All else is tinsel and tinker.

All else is but a prod to remembrance
Of the flameless flame, the soundless song—
Where thirst is quenched by the soul’s living waters.