Slow Rolls the Tide

Slow Rolls The Tide Slow rolls the tide- Greater than a mountain avalanche, the power- Seething in its rage, nothing does it hide From sun's hot beams or night's darkest hour. Slow flows world's time- Finite within this small measured space- Mysteries abound, often far too sublime For mankind in its sad futile race. Upon that granite wall Etched in fine stone, words to be read- No clear warning- "writing upon the wall"- Just cold silence from the war's dead. Slow rolls the tide- This world holds deep its seeping rot- None are eager to leave the Fated ride All greedy to keep what they got. Slow rolls the tide Slow rolls the tide Slow rolls the tide Slow rolls the tide What in life, holds saving key- When will mankind ever learn- How can dearest love and sweetest life ever be If Heaven and Truth, mankind shall faithfully spurn? R.J. Lindley March 23rd, 1976 (fragment)/ 10/16/2016 Note- Fragment written in 1976... Edited and finishing verses written this morn (40 years later).