Ruminations
An amazing thought
A seemingly made up dream,
The daily occurence of life and death -
Just one more passing, perhaps a bit depressing,
Routine, worldly scene;
A human is born
As another one does die,
One side of earth shines in light
The other covered by a total dark sky.
- The child may one day
Ask, 'why am I alive,
while so many countless others
are now dead? ' -
What, if any, wisdom
Could ever come from mere words
To him said?
For what does anyone know
(truly know)
More than a helpless Babe
In holy mothers arms;
The one and only place
Here and now, in time and space
Completely safe from lifes cruel harms.
We stand at the edge of a great dock,
In a fog so deep, and so thick,
We can see nowhere;
Yet, for reason unsuspected, intently into it
We still stare.
Seeking for guidance...
From something unseen...
Standing there
Right beside us.
What in all of these fumbled, whimsy words
Am I trying to say, even to find?
Is there at least one moment of true meaning
With which it all does bind?
- If any reason can, or does exist,
It must be of something such as this:
More than anything, anywhere, or anyone
What the ache is forever bound to desire
Is Love.
The kind that reaches far beyond
Every mountain top,
Goes deeper than
The furthest ocean floor,
And stretches endlessly beyond
Where stars and galaxies soar;
Love that is totally unconditional,
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poem by Smoky Hoss
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