Poetryof Providence Poet Free verse

Obscurity

Our lives are but a breath

     so minuscule in the vastness

of time               and the cosmos

that insignificance               that dresses our life

              is barely realized          by those

seeking to define      what is being          self

and the paths          of humanities     dichotomy

    desertion of all worth       and depredations unconcealed 

to     superfluous self exaltation 

           its a wonder the species

has survived          even to this time

    a continual examination

of embedded frailties             that are self defeating

    but in whose apex

            will surrender  one’s own life

in order        to preserve         another’s

   and not meaning     the kind       a government demands

 

also the ability to        sleepwalk    through life

         with so few moments of clarity

         that Jesus could pronounce 

“Let the dead bury the dead ” 

 

One atom alone       contains enough energy

         to obliterate  a multitude 

         of cities upon its release

 

yet our bodies contain billions

of those little energy factories

               but the amount           of all that energy

in the cosmos                is beyond all comprehension

 

I should be moving at the speed of Light

                   but I prefer a snails pace 

 

Or how easily      our ability to think

submits itself            to ideological shackles 

        imposed by the self appointed  masters

of the bastions           of a caste system

           that plagues   every strata    and path

and highway threading the lives      of “humans”

 

            A species so             full of darkness

where the          divine spark        is nearly   dormant

             you are           what            I   Am 

 

                 Go and learn what that means 

 

Look! You have made my days just a few;And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.Surely every earthling man, though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation.

Surely in a semblance man walks about.Surely they are boisterous in vain.One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.

Psalms 39 

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

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