WHAT MAN IS NOT
Maybe 'tis time that all you wot
All the things that man is not;
For with him the things that you compare
Can hardly tell what's him in there.
"Man is Hell and Heaven," all you say,
"Where both angel and the devil lay,"
But, with the firmest nay, I can return,
"how come you wise can't this discern?
Man is man and never lessened,
So little of God and far less of legend.
Much more than merely a bodied claim
Of heirship to God, far more than a name
Engraved in death on a piteous stone,
More than a doll of flesh and bone.
More than a shell caught up by the tide
And tossed sans mercy to the other side,
Less than a structured tale of tragedy,
Of hamartia and failure, of faults and irony--
After all, man is only made indeed
Of what for which he'd stand to bleed;
He's not of things he's taught to be,
No, none of these, I'd mostly ween;
Man is not but god's decree
For he is made, much possibly,
Of something better in between.
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Messages from My Soul
PoetryA collection of poems, essays, reflections, and short stories I hope you'll enjoy. ---Israel/deathstarhunter