john coldwell Poems
|42.||Hartrampf's Vocabulary Builder||3/12/2012|
|46.||Not A Miracle...||7/7/2009|
|50.||The Well Of Memories||10/29/2012|
|51.||You Are Not Another Common Man||12/26/2012|
You Are Not Another Common Man
You are not another common man,
A mere name upon a roll,
No, you are a universe,
An eternally expanding soul.
And thereon the master dramatist,
Writes your part in His great play,
Which is the sum of each of us,
To perform. Awake onto your day!
The womb‘s thick curtains open,
You are thrust upon the stage,
Unrehearsed, and unprepared,
Your script, an empty page,
Act one begins, now draw first breath,
And fear not what to say,
Your words shall write your history,
And the part you alone shall play.
Each life a drama, rich and ...
Not A Miracle...
I saw my latest grandchild yesterday
All lagoon eyes and fat little fingers
A perfect beauty in every way
What joy pure time, and chance can bring us.
Just a mindless collision of matter of course,
Because we have proof empirical
Whatever else the little girl is
She is certainly not a miracle