We
are like tufts of feathers
Bound
in a blazing fire: Furnace
The
tempest is high
A
day as long as centuries
Torrential,
Trial, Tears, Triumph
And
each step a blade of mockery
Which
pierces our hearts with remembrance.
Of
the failures that keep us awake all nights
And
deaths taunting of our unaccomplished lives
Yet
tears that inhabit our darkest minds
That
dare us to pull the lines on our innocent necks
And
watch God’s breath drop from us.
Whence
the agony of an unaccomplished life
Is
pain and anguish in the afterlife.
4 comments:
Beautiful lines, Benjamin.
A question though: does the last line suggest that what earthly things you can't accomplish here on earth becomes or stores pain for one in the afterlife?
Congrats!
Re-Jeocasy.
Life can be neither so short-lived nor longlived in counting. Many person's pass through life but don't give life the opportunity of passing through them. Life is so staged that after you live and you made no input to it, it cuts so short memories of you. Me thinks that it will be pain and agony in the afterlife when one sees things he would have made right which he didn't and achievements he would have made but he left his potentials untapped. Lives if they had been touched would have bore you in mind. It will really be pain to live no footprints on earth. Once your gone in a moo your forgotten.
The Redeemer didn't mince words when he averred that at the resurrection lies neither suffering nor pains.
Nice poem Gazette, but why do we have to suffer for our unfulfilled days,wouldn't the marker be nice to grant ,life everlasting..
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