Master?
©2012, Olan L. Smith
Yet Master, what becomes of Flesh and blood?
Is it the force or mixture thence our blend
Of flesh and does so bridge our realms, refined
To godly covenants, and thus our land
Shall break up, two made one? And where is life?
'Tis matter we see, Force we cannot feel
That reigns as truth of who we are to be.
My Child 'tis not the flesh that rules but mind
That hovers twixt the realms that sees and knows
The truth. Inside is life, Divine so rules!
You're just and forthright, rule the sky and light
As power does yet hover twain for you.
Do walk in right to justify our merger,
Our living hopes and dreams are visualized.
(A/N 14 lined poem, blank verse)
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Write Upon My Stone
Poetry"Write Upon My Stone" has turned into a collection of my poems about death, and other of my poems with dark themes. I will be adding to this collection with both new and older poems with those themes. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith (aka...
