From Poetic Thoughts On Mankind and Its Accursed Fate

From Poetic Thoughts On Mankind And Its Accursed Fate Hark! Grasp firm precious golden ray of moonlight Wrap in heart's grip, let seep into awaiting dreams Release it next dreadful, hellish-cast storming night To delight in its saliently flowing bright streams. With fervent prayers, bid high Heavens to cast down Manna and wine to the feast-born unwashed masses Without need for a foolish king and crushing crown Or enslavement and wars from rebellious classes. Flesh and blood are wont to beg unto shining skies Filled with grieving's of broken souls and lost hope Surrounded by dark world and deep burgeoning lies, Ever present rock strewn dangers of its pitted slopes. Alas! Tis it not true, chains of our mortal curse Groom enticing pathways for us to do our worse? Dare we this proclivity to set asunder And thus, into redeeming light far further wander? Robert J. Lindley, -early 70's Edited, 9/23- 2021 ( When Dawn's Enlightenment, Its Golden Rays Unto A Young Lad Gifted )From