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So Much to Vanity
22 August 2006

Was the end the beginning
that silence embraced to the wind
The shadow a shade, the morrow near
unto those to give, severed as to live

Just days away from departure
if this God who exists, does not step in
As if August was the month of endeavour
a placement of start to end

Surviving death, yet on a diet of stress
one final inhale, gasping for breath
So was this vanity or delight
to know serenity was of her

Sanitation or Salvation
sanity to the insane
The fear of departure
wanting to stay
and so much
in need of love


“Then said I in my heart, As it happeneth to the fool, so it
happeneth even to me; and why was I then more wise?
Then I said in my heart, that this also is vanity. Therefore I
hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is
grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.”
Ecclesiastes 2: 15, 17 KJV


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares