DestructionA Poem by PoetryofProvidence
Coasting on thermals where birds touch the sky
standing below them and watch do I banking with grace above they ascend fleeting to views I want never to end Through the tall grasses do brown bunnies run enjoying open spaces under the sun paw prints of raccoons cover my deck when night arrives their presence I'll check In night my roses will disappear as a sweet dinner for forest deer the stars will arrive and night will cloak moon beamed ponds where frogs do croak Things of great beauty formed by Mans hand but beneath his gaze will none of it stand the gold and the silver that so many amassed to the hills and mountains upon earth will be cast artifice and toil will disappear in the wind this system of things will soon meet it's end Life's burning oil so many have wasted the pursuit of the truth have little tasted Man has not cared for the gems that reside the qualities existing in the well inside understanding and wisdom thought not to seek strengthening the hands of those who are weak Exhaustive is the sources of thought and for vanity is friendship bought each seeks his own self exultation casting down others in defamation God will destroy the lier and sinner birds will feast as if in dinner disease and pestilence will follow after unthinking men have given God laughter Man's ingenuity has not been his crown his own self praise has cast him down before God's justice mankind is not humble compared to his works our own do stumble Humans seem not to delight in instruction the foolish among us will suffer destruction the law and the prophets and Truth are known among all mankind the news has flown Sweet in the mouth is the taste of the Truth but bitter is knowledge that does not sooth In birth pangs and travail the new system arrives and with it the loss of so many lives sources Isaiah Jeremiah Ezekiel Revelation © 2010 PoetryofProvidence |
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Added on September 29, 2010 Last Updated on September 29, 2010 Author![]() PoetryofProvidenceORAboutVoracious reader , love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, small talent in poetry so some have said , love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for go.. more..Writing
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