Being
the sun, the stars
movements
...within the cosmos
from elliptical orbits
imperfect circles,
rather circles
with perfect imperfections,
which allow
perfect cycles to ensue...
following in the orbits...
of greater things,
not readily in view
lands
fertile and abundant
did not just drop from the sky
like asteroids...
ever wonder
why?
saving room
for error to occur
not by accident,
allows for you and i...
to live our spark of existence
in the greater scheme of things
a wink of the Creators eye
a quirk of fate...
perhaps,
between
waves of cosmic oceans
bubbles of methane,
no more, no less...
still, the fact we are
blessed, no less
to live, work and play upon
plants to
harvest, feed and clothe,
take medicine or make drugs
for/with all manner of necessities
likewise, in the waters
for creatures of the deep
miracles, of life abound
we, all are gifted to receive
the sights, sounds, colors,
a sense of smell and taste...
to identify
what we can use... from what is waste
from creation, birth,
development
we evolve into communities,
to the point, where mighty nations,
which rise and fall... with nary a trace
except written somewhere in a book
where mothers raising children
struggled to achieve...
the chance that their children
might somehow learn to read and boost
their odds of survival,
beyond mere sustenance,
to find abundance
even achieve greatness
maybe even establish/destroy
world famous centers of trade,
grant surpluses to make times of plenty
so much more, profitable
beyond the tune of misery, wretched poverty
death and destruction, taken from
so many tales of woe...
sometimes, the tides of evil
pull so strong against the souls
of those unfortunate survivors
they can no longer find hope,
therefore they wish, no less worse
than death against their foes
as illusion-spawned from imaginary scripts,
from long forgotten scribes
of fairy tales and evil ...so terrible
they inspire, fear and confusion-
when our best efforts to live up
to being heroes have failed,
hopelessness ensues,
we become cut off
from our healing grace
our living salt, loses its taste
love, in its myriad forms falls short
those unwilling to produce
the effort to achieve
critical mass,
for another soul to establish
...a belief goes to waste,
unwilling to be received
or when reality brings forth
...the antithesis
to totally destroy ...
gore and maim all who dare
to seek the treasured place
where our faith in life
...is set, like jewels
upon the crowns,
which we all wear
to honor and glorify the Creator
in the kingdom we all share
until such time...
our persistence wanes
and the fiercest warriors
lack the energy, will or tools
to overcome our persistent nemesis
those who, defile, deface, destroy
all but the shadow of our culture,
release us from our lands,
the final test, lasts for
an eternity,
in this
time-warp,
for... trials of
anguish/sickness/death
falling like rain
and leave not any trace
...of shame or guilt
for bringing on
...such pain
yet, tracking back
to our mistaken steps
in effort to contain the burdens
of consequences, vast and deep
...of sins against ourselves
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