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  October's Child

Man's  Final  Stand

Once hidden in the grass of summer, hugged by a rainbow
Where time just folded itself neatly inside angel's wings
Where life's soft breath would forever flow
I buried myself in its collage of sunny-colored things


But the breeze of time began to beckon; its breath upon me
Quietly, I covered my thoughts in bygone days
Feeling half past incomplete while knowing what must be
Had I stitched compassion into life's laddered maze?


The face of time smugly reached for my windowed soul
A meshwork of shadows captured on digital faces
From dust to life living my role, instead of God's role
Where his wholeness could've filled my dark barren places


So my friend; when life's final tomorrow takes your hand
And your puzzle in life borders God's land
When your shadows are finally folded into your dreams
Know it's his time; it's dust to dust and man's final stand


March 10, 2014

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