Poem - LIFE
- LifeLife is like a script book found on a stage
with different questions on every page
some have answers and others do not!
like a mysterious movie without a plot.
No matter how high in life you may go
it will be yours only for a while
for nothing belongs to us
not even the life of child.
Life is not fair
and may never be
giving some only hope and dreams
inside their own reality.
Life is a teaching ground
where the physical flesh can stay
but when the experience is over
the body returns to clay.
Putting things in your life
could weigh down your progressive stride
because its not how much we have in life
its what we have inside.
Life is like a well
sometimes its waters will not be sweet
yet we keep trying to quench our thirst
we keep striving to feel complete.
Life is still a riddle
that the greatest minds can not unravel
like trying to make diamonds
from a hand full of gravel.
Can a secret hold a secret?
can a dream hold a dream?
for life may be like a drop of water
flowing in a stream.
Life could be the other side of heaven
that only God can turn back around
the deepest part of a fountain
where coins of promise can be found.
Life may be like a bird in a cage
that may long to fly away
some may choose to clip its wings
forcing it to stay.
Life may only be a memory
that has already come and gone
just a lingering shadow
from a dark and distant dawn.
God Himself may hold secrets
that He dare not ever tell
for Him they may be visions of heaven
for you they may be visions as hell.
We could be living in a crystal
where billions of crystals exist
or in a tear drop from Gods eyes
or a tendon inside His fist.
We could be the breath of a dying baby
and its lungs could be night of space
as it struggles to cling to Life
with earth moving emotions
quaking on its face.
When people pass way
they are really changing form
like a burst of swirling wind
leaving out a storm.
I feel life will continue forever
and forever will always be part of Life
a unending beginning! of a secret who's answer
may only dwell in Gods Eternal Paradise.
Pierre Andre, 2007 ©
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