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H41
Some stones are piled up;
Others cut and polished well,
Some called monuments!
H42
What waste of labor!
Building pyramids of stone;
That crumble with time!
H43
Men build huge temples!
Decorate them lavishly;
While souls sinful lie.
H44
God asks not for shrines,
In any place on this earth,
Except in your soul!
H45
They slice the mountains,
To build mammoth skyscrapers;
Which earthquakes flatten!
copyright by Dr John Celes
6-6-2004
Dr John Celes
Read poems about / on: god, time
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