Cryptic Scribble

-less than dust- this world, in the main, stewing in madness don't belong here- still, faithfully must... walk on this soil voluble, deafening sounds skin-deep in boil- as birdbrained grounds- opining on 'things'- not knowing much not interested eager to hear nor watch- silence is treasure still, dimwit will measure the loudness of sounds big-sounding words attracting blind hordes- -less than dust- don't belong here still, faithfully must... each life has might welcoming LIGHT endure at HIS sight... -am less than dust don't belong here... still, till the End must... Thy Guiding Hand Thy Love Divine touch by Thy nearness all souls and mine... Jesus... I love you...