Open Poetry #35 |
Wooden Box |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Searching for remnants of ancient times, I came across a rotting wooden box covered in sand and dust housing a heavy, dog-eared book. As I bent down to pick it up, gusts of wind tore at my coat as if to push me away from my discovery. Kneeling down in the wind's insistent pull, I let it brush away dust and cobwebs: on the cover, I read "Holy Bible" and realized I had stumbled inside an old church; one of the last remaining strongholds where people desperately tried to keep alive a god of error childishly imagined as living forever in some stale heaven, surrounded by slavish servants playing harps for no one to hear beyond the empty, frozen reaches of their mind's inner space! Sadly they came to realize their god only existed between the confined spaces of a book's mouldy pages; kept from change within old wooden coffins where the air remained as still as in a grave. As new times ushered in; as love returned gently to guide a renewed world on a softer path, their old book proved irrelevant and their understanding withered. Soon these static peoples vanished as did their obsolescent philosophies which had no place in a world of light and peace. I placed the book back in its box and as I turned to leave, I saw a cloud of swirling dust rise up over the box: to my surprise I saw book and box vanish as if they had never been! O! How the world has changed since love replaced the bloody terror of ethnocentric gods; since humans learned to co-exist and freely share their world’s bounty brought upon a thirsty Earth by whispering winds of long-awaited change. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
without God, there is no such thing, as love... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
WW, what a treat this one is for my eyes and mind. I'm keeping this with my other favorites. |
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time prophet Member
since 2003-07-30
Posts 371In New Zealand Amongst the Ancient Trees |
It's just a book and the first edition made even less sense that the one we have today. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WindWalker~ 'whispering winds of long-awaited change' In it's entirety ... this speaks volumes ... this closing line is the buried treasure~ What ponderous thoughts dwell in that precious book~ Thank you ... thank you for this~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Perhaps one should talk of "human" error not God error. It's good to question though because that hopefully leads to understanding. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting...God lives on in peoples hearts because of his words that have been passed from generation to generation, by mouth and by written word...his words hold life...as always, it is up to each individual to choose to believe or not believe...James |
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