The Message

Under a pierced ink sky he arrived,
immaculate messenger of man,
lives run their course,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

Upon a Lotus he arrived,
immaculate messenger of man,
his words inspired those who could listen,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

From Mecca the prophet spread the word
yet another messenger of man,
peace and harmony he taught,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

So many messengers, one solitary message,
and still we fail to hear.

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In Time

 

 

All is lost, so gradual the theft of hope,

when a day is but a day, no more,

every action but a shadow, copied,

from countless days put to rest.

 

To live, see or feel, something new,

as a child, eyes wide in wonder,

the mysteries still that, and now,

no more puzzles to solve, joy remains.