It's all our ignorance personified
we've called the devil and testified;
from the earliest days of existence
its been around with a persistence.
Not knowing is a thing we all dread
and strive to resolve this in our head.
So many people don't really succeed
because of the fact it's in their seed.
When in ignorance we're brought up
and groomed like a fatted calf to sup
that light of knowledge is almost out
and so in the dark we all grope about.
Only a few have learned to overcome
this dilemma that is so troublesome;
by going away leaving the rest behind
they use time to enlighten their mind.
Sometimes in the wilderness all alone
they struggle by themselves and groan
when they fathom the extent of the feat
but just so happen to make ends meet.
Divine providence looks after them all
as they learn to hear and heed Its Call
away from the mundane strife of youth
by treading the higher path to the Truth.
© 2021 George Krokos
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: ignorance,personification,evil,truth,dilemma,mind