-an archaic word meaning to or towards this place. Coming across Ecclesiastes made me think and am sharing something born in the quiet moments…
I sweat and toil
For things that foil;
For things unseen
Are but unkeen
The grass doth wither
My desires hither and thither
for things seen
Are all that are keen
Life is a moment
Greatness rise and fall
they are all seen
Nothing to glean
I run to the unseen
My saviour and Lord
He who receives and applauds
Gives Himself, my great reward and all