Long ago
and far away,
at the dawn
of days,
humanity became lost, blinded
with all the tears yet to cry,
from an ancient dust the serpent spit
into the apple of God's own eye -
Now straining against the cosmos
we find it so dark out here,
that we are able faintly to see a light...
at the edge of life, drawing near,
though fathoms in distance appearing
it seems in a strange way a message to give,
saying: 'here, feel the weight-of-knowing
it's really only God whom we all struggle with.' -
Indeed it is dark out here
looking and longing across the vast deep of life,
and though alone, yet together, we find hope and sight
from that far and redemptive, returning Light.
Smoky, this is truly masterful. It has such depth and truth to it's message. We fall down and we get back up and with His help we are able to overcome the struggles that we encounter in our journey. Peace.
A wonderful spirit filled poem. I am blessed with this. Kudos, brother
A wonderful spirit filled poem. I am blessed with this. Kudos, brother
A deep, somber ethereal and solemn presentation. Perhaps we all struggle our Gods. Very serious thinking herein. Let us hope that the light don't fail us-10
A great poem, we do struggle with god mostly in our younger days. A great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Smoky my god your way with words astounds me.that last line is beyond beautiful well done