The Alchemist - Poem by Michael Koelliker
The Alchemist sat there, bathing in the wrath of God.
He was staring aimlessly at nothing, completely in awe.
He was pained and troubled, though he also felt wondrous.
He felt for the lives that were ruined, for his God was thunderous.
But in this agony came a grace, this desolation confirmed.
That he was cherished by his God and he was assured.
Actions are brought back three-fold to most,
And the Alchemist will surely not boast,
But actions against him come back three by three.
And actions for him cause joy for thee.
He is the one who must live with the blessing and the curse.
For Karma is his overlord and she is much more adverse.
All men are created equal, not all are protected as such.
Maybe they would if more cared just as much.
Is the Alchemist worthy of such divine protection?
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