Life Is A Secret Cell Poem by Gerry Legister

In clouds, the greatest power found
Countless gems paint the surface beyond.
Lightening up the ceiling of glass heaven
Won through the conquest of trials given.
On earth, was pale and never bloomed,
But in death mercy gloom and glowed.
In heaven, there are no roses for the dead
No columns of crosses nailed to our head.
And the dew showers dripping wet
Gives a recluse we will never forget.
And most of all, secret things we regret,
Appear through the final minute.
The agony, turmoil of the heaviest toll,
The road set aside by the deadliest wall.
Some people go cold in rich apparel
Others respond when their names are a call.
Breaking off from the labor on earth
Over and gone ends the curbing breath.
And things said were better left unsaid
Lent to dream and the emptiness craved.
Deeds buried with the sense of distress
Stored in the banks of heavenly riches.
Building blocks of living things
Evolved from trillion of happenings.
Life is a secret Cell that blooms and dies,
We make no better reply but say goodbye.