Wisdom of Heights---Climb With Me
This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living
trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air
mud
and water
as it loses
to a force
some days...
this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE
and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail
people
so arrogant
we choose to destroy
but how can we concentrate
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"
he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks
and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.
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