Lynn W. Petty
Two Gifts Has Man - Poem by Lynn W. Petty
Beneath this old oak tree, I pondered why
The primal gloom of pain on faces passed.
What is the answer to the question asked?
'It is within, ' came chilling words nearby.
It was the Angel Death who made reply.
'It's soul asleep that causes man his caste.
The image of himself has held him fast.
To say the fault is his he will deny.'
'Two gifts has man; a shaft of golden light,
A two-edged sword that cuts the bonds of mind.
The other gift, the knowledge that 'I AM'.
Identity holds man within his plight,
Forgetting his creation, he is blind.
It's man who daily crucifies the Lamb.'
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