Sulk with Kings

Thoughts fail akin to words 
as drops add to oceans wide.
Dust motes supplant the dirt
as grains of sand hold the tide.

Reason of care provides no cure 
consider more to ponder less.
Except there be something pure 
a chance to sleep eternal rest.

Apostles speak from the page 
granting hope to quiet souls. 
The silent spirit of this age 
dies upon the shrouded knoll.

In God we trust turn of phrase 
unless the heart be touched.
Meaning less each passing day 
Incarnate shunned far too much.

Herdsman rejoice one lost found 
peasants delight to sulk with kings.
Nobel or chaste fall to the ground 
unless we think on these things.