Our Being - Poem by Gerry Legister
There is a star in the morning sky still shining
From dusk till dawn going around the universe,
Waking up by the breeze almost a new being,
I feel the blazing fire in my veins and nerves.
We become the machines that are invented
A weary tide trying to break through the realm,
We gain the pain from the seed that are planted,
Work and earn to retire beneath the blazing sun.
The best form of satisfaction took responsibility
But in reality; our total lives are in firm control
In a place much higher than our own creativity
Where the real goal becomes part of our soul.
Made into a new being somewhere in heaven
Extractions from this conscious state of our living
Our times and nature of work angels will examine
And the rejuvenation of more energy in our being.
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