Echoing The Opus
How did an ancient Opus over millenia survive
Do like weaving, farming, text and song alive
We meditate these secret sacred volumes holy
Keep touch with those who fall away so slowly
Adding to our wall, different stones they're cast
Workers who'll chisel on with such kindness vast
And leave behind a thousand years from now
Retain a ritual of living for each an solemn vow
Them we tie like Shakespeare done in play
In dusty pages waiting for a dawn the golden day
A measure of divine spark before we turn to clay
World for others we will never meet along our way
Where square stones living a testament to love
Ancient man preserved the secrets from above
Ideals on pillars preserved hoping for a mind
Died to then give life to a future generation kind
But ancient eyes patiently still staring down
Waiting eyes who sees no borders in His town
Arno Le Roux 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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