Live The Passing Life WellA Poem by Earl SchumackerAshes to ashes. A Lenten commentLive The Passing LIfe Well There is no place to hide from heat and lightNo shelter from the open desert lands of day From the exposed inquisitor, an esoteric sun The Son of man saw to that when rising up Each person starves in isolation at lands end Oceans stop by islands, little dots, accumulated there On sand, on dunes, a scorching place for bones A private ascetically ecclesiastical thing called Lent Where all things come from ashes to go back again Leaving remnants of the souls intent All good things come to and from the desert dry A curriculum celebrated to that end remembered © 2019 Earl Schumacker |
StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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