| Things I See |
In my mind's eye I see,A glimpse of eternity. A spark,a seed of endless need Captured in a vision seed. Mortal man to turn to dust; Metal corroded and turned to rust. A given space of life on earth, An endless age among the dirt. And in the space of life do we Live and love most joyfully? Nay,but strife and fear we boast To see who can kill the most. But through a seed,a life is sprung, Another life yet to begin. A legacy to be passed on To the seed that has been sprung. On and on the seeds will pass, Generations go and come to mass. And death,it's talons locked on cue, Will remove the souls of man come due. Some in darkness do roam Until they find their elusive home. The source of the life seed once begun, The creator of man as once we'd sung. For in eternity no worship is free, The soul is compelled to do it's deed. No choice is given-or need relieved, Either good or evil, was the seed. A glimpse of eternity An endless worship of our minds Gods An endless roaming of what we'd once trod. The choice once given is now lost, What gives us the right to boast? For we are mortal and merely tools, We pride ourselves,yet we are fools. For we who live will turn to dust, And our proud inventions will turn to rust, And on and on the Creator will live, Until a new game begins.
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Poetry |
Classic Collection |