Life's Eternal Vines

I gobble up books of holiness Hoping to find the clues to demystify this illusory mess I do believe in my faith, to it I do swear abidance I do believe in unity, in the fact that all holy doors lead to the same place But I cannot help getting more and more puzzled about our world Yes, the more I indulge in it, the more I find it as being so absurd It seems not to care about our being It seems to only wish to keep on revolving See the dead bodies being buried in submissive grief A sight it is, which does feel as cold as an autumnal shedding leaf Time, in such a case, much needed and heeded Is all that is left to hope to being healed Autumn does give way to Winter Winter does promise us all, the joys of Spring, the warmth of Summer Similarly, our scars shall heal Life, this world, of such, does readily will But then, I like not life here Amidst a sea of confusion does it steer Confusion and un-mindfulness See, it is bent on being even when it has struck us with distress Such was how I felt When I paused and wondered about those vines Those vines growing on those headstones, Those vines caring not about that which I lost Everything has to come and go I shall someday no more have a shadow But life shall go on Yes, on my headstone, life shall go on On my headstone, life shall say in an uncaring voice What's gone is meant to be forgotten Look not at what lay behind Rather, focus on what lies ahead! 25th September 2016 Contest: Overgrown with Vines Sponsored by: Broken Wings

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