Death yields a harvest...

Death yields a harvest...

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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The words of one who is overcome by the fearful destiny of death.

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Golden bars make no less a prison

than a coffin on a hill.

And in caged reformation,

one wanders aimless still.

The rafters now a recollection

of sacred suppression.

How the morning dawn

strikes mourning confession.

Now Death yields a harvest

of the living masses.

We walk toward its path

no earthly power surpasses...

 

© 2008 An owl on the moon


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Now Death yields a harvest
of the living masses.
We walk toward its path
no earthly power surpasses.

Indeed. We can't fight it, run from it or change it. It is the only surety that we will all eventually have to face.
This is quite an awe inspiring poem, bringing us face to face with our mortality. Makes me want to go and grab as much from life as I can :)


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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No earthly power can control what spirit has in store...once death has lost its sting ...our heart can forevermore sing of the love of life that’s found🌹

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Rye
WOW!! SO very powerful and ever so intriguing, This is a very well written written write. Muchly enjoyed

Posted 5 Years Ago


"Death yields a harvest..."
An owl on the moon,
Life and death actually dwell together. For one does not exist without the other. The very earth is the presence of past life which nourishes new life. Life springs from death. I feel that this is a clue, a message. How many times have we all experienced times of deep sadness and-or depression-discouragement then we walk through it's shadow to find that we feel alive and new? These are part of life's design. I was given the opportunity to accept Jesus Christ as my Salvation. He died for this fallen and scarred and even shattered world of humanity. Death is the engraving of sin. Jesus came to conquor death. Your poem is a sober reminder that we are racing toward our end day each minute we live on this earth. We can take heart because death does not need to have the last word. I am very encouraged by the love which God has shown me within my soul as well as without.
Blessings,
Kathy

Posted 6 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

6 Years Ago

Ah, dear Kathy, thank you so much for finding this one and sharing your kind words of grace. This me.. read more
Kathy Van Kurin

6 Years Ago

An owlon the moon,
Oh, it is so nice to find commonality and understanding from another soul.. read more
Death is something we all are traveling toward. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

7 Years Ago

Yes, dear poet. Death should make us appreciate life more.
I often wondered if life was our prison(penance)....death a freedom ......I am not sure if we get rewards taking the short way out...I don't think it's something that you can actually cheat at....I think there are consequences for leaving early...signing out. There are people who say their cherish every moment of life and aren't ready for the end....I have to question that too. If there were no soulful lessons...is that really life too. Are you really living to your potential.....I pondered both for years and both frighten me.....

Posted 10 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

10 Years Ago

Precious poet... you wandered down one of my dark alleys.. I often keep them hidden, for they are fi.. read more
You have such a way with words. You don't only write, you paint an entire picture, create a whole movie scene with the most awesome images and feelings.

No wonder I keep coming back to read your work... :)

Josie

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wowww

This is excellent....you had me at "Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill." and kept me mesmerized until the last word.

I love it! Thank you for entering the contest.


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Should our souls be trapped as a caged bird, my fear. I could relate my fear to this piece.

Funny, we are dying as soon as we take our first breath.

You have a wonderful way with words and I am attracted to your writing style, as usual. Awesome job!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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