To live one life and die forever
Is this a matter of belief?
The simpe fact of death can never
Be changed or anyway retrieved
Who’d say that they were born again
From their own ashes, in defence
Of the idea that it's them
The same old them, and no one else?
There must be witnesses who’d say
Oh yes, I saw this guy before
He looks the same and talks the way
He used to, till he was no more
I haven’t heard of such encounters
Solace is comforting, I know
Truth devastates, and sorrow howls
Its howling cry is not a show
Souls recognize themselves, it happens
How does it work, no one can see
But these voice messages, and letters
Will stay until the end with me
For what it's worth, life cannot be
Repeated and outlived again
And that was it, one life for me
And one for you, to understand.
Water and Wine
it is a
matter of belief
a religious persuasion
that the conversion
was a miracle
unquestioned..
marking a tribe..
might we find
an expression of
this astonishing story
for a more universal
understanding..
to his mother
he was direct:
that his hour had
not yet come..
how we ask is
this related to
the rest of the story..
water
stands forth as our
essence divine..
wine
for all experience
for lives seeming
to be separate..
the Cana conversion
calmly asserts: wine
is made of water..
a new hour
will know suffering
born of fear and desire
a forgetting of Cana..
wine is resurrected
recognized as water
our essence clarified
as a miracle unveils...
(ref: John 2: 1-11)
So far right parties are gaining power
In protest votes for the current hour
Who would have thought it would occur
After the fascists of the Second World War
Still all are entitled to an opinion
In deciding who will be your fellow minions
It seems once enough time has passed
Fading from known memory at last
And politics of the modern 21st Century
Is a matter of belief in an anti-refugee story
When looking after your country in the fight
Is excluding others and remaining far right.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Joy comes in the morning
The Word of God declares.
So why so much forlorning?
Why such empty stares?
Is it a matter of belief?
Has despair blinded the eye?
There’s available certain relief
This will cause you to no longer cry.
You say that it isn’t so.
There’s no relief to be found.
Why not to His Word go?
It’s really quite profound.
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