The Crossing

A transformation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little over half way through, we realize,

The struggle, injuries, the burns that we felt,

As it sliced away what was before, from the core,

What we thought was man, in our self-possession,

Trimmed and separated, to reveal itself divine,

And man its instrument of thought and intelligence,

Supporting it with our knowledge, facts and virtue.

The integrity of a man is to stop playing god,

To harness knowledge, learning of the world,

So that it may serve us better, understand our needs,

The true divine. That which bonded rocks and raised earth,

Then came to walk on it, grew on it, half man half god,

And only now to discern the difference, that the ancients didn't.

Curiousness of the curious! Are we only now coming to know man?

Only now to see with mine own eyes and hear with ears?

Do we serve each other best, in being a little separate?

Is virtue the gift of understanding? Then sin must be ignorance.

In response, it is silent, only the echoes of this soliloquy remain.

 

Reviews

[Susie Q]

I often wonder if man will ever fully understand his purpose on this earth? Thank you for this thought provoking write.

[Bhargavi]

This was the best of ur works..very enlightening and thot-provoking.. The very truth that we have left forgotten or ignored..nice flow and phrases used..A masterpiece..