Better Known As Humans
Twixt Spring and Summer time,
Warm air congeals the cool and draws a line.
Far across the waters, farther than eyes can see,
Warm winds begin to dance with the currents of the sea.
Hurricane season lurks just ahead,
and WE wait, hoping for nothing that dreads.
Each season and region sparks its own havoc,
and WE learn to dance between destruction and raindrops.
WE mourn and pray,
burying our dead without delay.
WE will pause for a while and be still;
and later, WE will rise up and rebuild.
Forward and onward, our lives and times will continue to roll,
never halting our God-given tasks until the bell tolls.
After Adam's fall, WE were commanded to conquer and excel.
Made in the image of God, WE are engineered and compelled.
With destiny, WE have an inevitable date.
A new world, a new YOU and ME, and immortality await.
The sting of death will be no more,
And our God WE shall forever adore.
052323PSCtest. Brian Strand
Contest Name. A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1219
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