God's Conveyor Belt Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

We had a Visitation
In London Town this week,
Men from other Planets,
Not Wild ~ but very Meek.

We did not recognise them,
They were not Green at all,
Nor like Prehistoric Creatures,
But ~ like Humans ~ some short ~ some tall.

If they did arrive,
From Planets far or near,
Would we recognise them?
Would we hide in fear?

We were not the first Planet,
That G-D did create,
But on his Conveyor of Creation,
We were just one small plate.

The History of our World,
Which we pass on to our folk,
Is happening elsewhere,
Believe it ~ it is not a joke.

For we are not Unique,
If we use our Brains to think,
Created in HIS Image,
To Live and Swim ~ not Sink.

With an Open Mind and Knowledge,
Is the way to live one's Life,
Having Faith in Our Creator,
In Peace, and not with Strife.

HIS Work is continuing onwards,
Without Beginning or End is HE,
So why should we contemplate
That the End of the World is Here?

Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 7 May 2007