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Were I, Born To Tread Upon a Cold, Sadden Earth

Were I, Born To Tread Upon A Cold, Sadden Earth Were I, born to tread upon a cold, sadden earth Walk naked upon barren and dark dusty plains Strive only for wealth-never for my true self worth Would I ever have anything but futile gains? Were I, to yield to Fate, its cursed flaming breast Accept living in its shadowy subterfuge Begging and pleading well that my dreams give me rest Wallow in the sorrows of Hell's pouring deluge? Were I, to live and be damn'd to such a Fate Would my fallen soul be naught but a chained slave In such blindness only my evil lusts then sate Existing but in darkness, well within hell's gate? Were I, to such state, a prisoner born to be No more than a destined walking bag of bones Unable to love Nature, its true beauty see Sentenced to break my teeth eating world's black-stones? Shall I, wake to live, love and sweet life truly find Thereby deny the world's darkness its wicked hold Learn to dance and in calmness let love so remind There is remedy for world's lies I have been told? Shall I, another path dare to so boldly take Seeking peace and joy a man desperately needs Begin to understand tis greed one must forsake As one replants with divinely inspired seeds? Shall I, each new morn rise to a beautiful day Enter the world but deny its foul, wicked breath Stop to kneel down and in all sincerity pray For divine light and courage to face mortal death? Shall I, live thus to in God's true blessings partake Of the gifts and joys such a new life thereby gives Walk anew, a spirit reborn - world's dark mold break Live as free and happy as man was meant to live? Were I, to such light given knowledge dare to bow Dare I, kneel to this light, this great truth, this hope pray Shall I, with judicious thought rise to do so now Know I, tis the light that casts the darkness away! Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2020 Rhyme, ( From Faith, Light and Truth cometh knowledge ) Note- This new poem was inspired by my having read Greg Barden's poems Titled, -- 1… The white tomb trembles - part 1 2… Sea of Trees

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Charles Messina

Date: 12/9/2020 4:07:00 AM

Robert, you have penned another masterpiece. Brilliantly written my friend. Live happy and free! Hope all is well with you and yours...Blessings -Charlie

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/9/2020 9:24:00 AM

Thank you my friend. Nice to know and see that my effort to return to composing has fairly been appraised in the positive. We as a family are coping as well as we can. With, Hope Faith and Prayer as our shield... God bless...

Susan Ashley

Date: 12/8/2020 5:27:00 PM

My dear friend, every line of your brilliant poem is to be treasured for the depth and breadth of richly textured introspection. Indeed, we have choices; " Know I, tis the light that casts the darkness away!" It takes courage to look into darkness and see the cold barren wasteland beyond "hell's gate".. You ask important questions of the "true worth" of a mortal's existence. I agree that one's true worth lies in living a life lush with inspiration, love, light, happiness and appreciation. It takes divine courage to live a life well lived. Your poem is beautifully thought-provoking, Robert. Another masterwork from your immensely talented pen. A joy to see you, my inspiring friend. Warmest wishes to you and yours.. ~Susan P.S.. A fav!

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/8/2020 6:47:00 PM

Thank you my dear friend. I knew you would see the truth in this poem. See the poetic expression of a soul that despite such travails yet seeks the light. Dare to not bow to the darkness--to ever fight it with my all. Write and express that which a poet's heart must. Reveal the heart's sorrows and bare it all...... God bless... Tis enough that one true friend commented...

Robert Lindley

Date: 12/8/2020 5:58:00 AM

Kinda sad... That now exists this silence, this apathy and the vacuum that seems to be here if one does not play the game being played here. Yet a true poet stays true to his/her craft.. Even so in dire times and a dark world heaping its sorrows..