STARDUSTA Poem by Yahya Oulad AouidLightening struck the timeless primordial tree, From his stardust I emerged, and onto dust we turn, Born out of a color, tuned onto a seed, Behold the grace of his delicate brush, The palette is his, for you and I are heaven's deed, Your crude conceit dims the radiance of the beam, When your pride stains his canvas of a thousand shades, And you bleed his light when you ash another's dream. A symphony so sweet to a soul so prudent, No major or minor exist in his harmonious melody, Yet when the light is bled, the soul is mutant, He grants the keys if his grace beseeched, And the song is hummed in every corner walked, For the walk is his and the keys must lead, To the eternal gate, and in you, its path is traced. The seed is yours for his land to sow, His tree must grow for his time to flow, Behold the color from losing its shade, For heaven is made for those who know.
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4 Reviews Added on December 29, 2024 Last Updated on December 30, 2024 Tags: Poetry, Philosophy, Psychology, Meditation, Introspection, Creative writing, Writing, Religion AuthorYahya Oulad AouidTangier, MoroccoAboutMaster's degree in Literature and Philosophy. Highschool English Teacher. Writer of prose and poetry. more..Writing
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