Spark.

The creation of life, from a tiny Spark.

Life that tiny little Spark, that

evolved into creation. An enigma

which manifest into hopes, dreams

triumphs and tragedies.

Life an ever burning ember, that exist

within us all.Constantly reminding one 

of just how fortunate we truly are.when 

allowed to breathe in the day, or bask

within eternal Sunlight, materialistic 

desires have little relevance here.

For these are desires, that soon fade away

what I speak of is forever. Blessings that

should begin, and end your day. And although

we take for granted the wonder of it all, the

Seasons weld power to govern our moods.

Whether it be Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall.

We tend to Isolate during Winter, anticipating

Spring, a bit more receptive in Summer, fearful

of what Fall might bring.

Life that ever evolving Spark, that provides us

with the strength we need, to survive tomorrows

fury, when Gods warnings we do not heed. With

each Life that is extinguished, humanity fades 

away, for every senseless death, brings us closer

to judgement day. When that final trumpet sounds, 

 signaling, that life's original Spark, can no longer 

 be found.

 

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

Your opening captures the wonder and mystique beautifully, and your ending on a sad note brings us back to reality by emphasizing the possibility of finality by our own actions

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem on life. Intelligently written.