Nothing New Nothing Secret
Eyes of fire,
eyes of light;
searing through the darkest night.
Ancestral eyes watching,
from black skies;
guide descendants on their way.
Stars see it all;
souls rise or fall
and the records bulge with secrets.
Akashic files,
in oaken aisles;
are waiting to be read.
What each man learns,
will be discerned; when death’s claws,
make their final grasp.
Each soul repeats,
as each lifetime seeks,
to get a second chance.
As a soul grows,
we all are told,
we only get one chance.
But, it’s not true;
all souls renew;
reincarnate from their past.
God is not vile;
instead is mild;
loving to the last.
It’s to man’s discredit;
never to let it be known;
till death comes swift and fast.
The book we write,
with every life;
the choice we’re free to make.
To fail ourselves;
records are shelved;
Metatron, the librarian knows…
No one’s exempt,
though all attempt,
to erase their blotchy past.
We face, head on,
the deeds we’ve done;
and pray, God’s mercy lasts.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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