Ground To Ground Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Ground To Ground



It's now late
wheels of fate
grinding round
touching ground

ropes unwound
chains unbound
hungry hounds
turned around
answers found

men surround
battleground
holy gown
burial mound
wheels go round
without sound
heaven bound

prophets write
exhort expound
to astound

It's now late
wheels of fate
grinding round
touching ground.

Sunday, April 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: answers,fate,late,prophecy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by reading Book of Ezekiel
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Margaret O Driscoll 04 April 2016

Glad that the wheels of fate are now running smoothy for you, dear Liilia

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