Open Poetry #37 |
Word Sacred. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Rising from dark depths, midnight left behind somewhere across the world. Wakened to shadowed images yet to sharpen in the mind, blurred by sleep. Focused sharper now, why do i surface here? Hard to the edge of mornings seeping, light gently easing, controlled by the axis, moving stars out of reach. Closing my eyes in homage of another new day, full of oportunities to witness wonder within a world of many possibilities. Bring me the treasures exhibited in each individual act, kindness, compassion, nuances displayed in every walking, living, human. Dont tell me men dont know about war and consequential casualties to fellow human beings. Wealth has no place in eternity's sweet scented garden. To the barren lands of sharpened slithers of granite, for those who forsake the lords word, to put lucre before the sanctity of human life. Playing God in his world dooms those with lifeblood running between parsimonious trigger fingers, while we lay down in elesian fields of eternity, with the sun shining warm on our faces, luxuriating in the allmighty's radiant nonsuch love. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quote: thank you, Phil |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This will take many readings to absorb all you ahve put into these few verses. I am awed. Joyce |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Playing God in his world dooms those with lifeblood running between parsimonious trigger fingers" Very impressive work. It spoke loudly to me. |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
a juicy morsel indeed for thought friend poet |
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