God
God
One word
Oh Poets join me in my thirst for words
There is only one
And in the mastery of language mysteries
Carried on with feeble soul to find
To speak of that which I do not know
And set it here
In light of day
No start no finish
So simple
Disease, pestilence, crimes and all discord
Are man’s design and their creation
All things in nature come to be
Not asking to be there or born
All things exist
They have no choice
There is one Being beyond all nature
Supreme above all lexicons and nations
Oh poets join me in my thirst for words
There is but one
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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