pretty and nice to read, you now how to write about this again and again, and give us more! but in universe there is no balance; it might be a wishful thought finding it, your man of war is here and there and everywhere maniacally manically minifoldly active. soon there will be a change I believe. and what do you think?
Non dimensional tranquillity
In an eternal quantity,
Where purity itself was cleansed
In unconditional love for all.
Yes...unconditional love for all. No judgement, no punishing others for being who they are...just love. Simple love. I wrote in my last piece that love is a choice not a feeling. It is the simple task of giving selflessly to others. Period. No expectations of a love in return....only love because we can.
Ahh...restoration of balance through the laws laid down "before the dawning of insanity." Oh I like this write very much...it has so much to say-- tons written in the undercurrent, and I adore your reference to the "man of clay" to describe humanity. Very well done! Great write.
~Lorraiyne
I've come back to this a million times trying to find an adequate review, but I cannot get my thoughts straight! I thought it was a great write, but I'm a bit confused as well. Not sure what it's about exactly. I kind of agree with KC some, yet I also find this poem to be focused on the individual man. Almost like the challenge is within one's self and has nothing to do with humanity and the fall/rise. Great write either way. :)
The woman eats the forbidden fruit and persuades her husband to join her in rebellion, and so Eden becomes defiled through disobedience. God immediately points to the means by which his purpose wil be accomplished: " And Jehovah God proceeded to say to the serpent ( Satan, the invisible instigator of the rebellion) And I shall put enmity between you and the woman and between your seed and her seed. He (meaning Jesus) will bruise you in the head and you will bruise him in the heel." Man is expelledfrom the garden, to live in pain and sweatful toil among thorns and thistles. Finally he must die and return to the ground from which he had been taken. Only his offspring may hope in the promised seed.
This is a beautifully written rendition of how great God's love is for his creation, He didn't wait , as some may think, he made plans immediatly.
You have strengthened my faltering faith today, Phil. Thank you.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..