HistoryA Poem by Ben
O great procession of ages
Cycle of astral seasons through eternity
Whose story is told in the primal sound of silence
Reverberating through every tongue
Filling volumes and libraries with the names
Of old gods and dynasties
The painter has sought to capture your color on canvas
The architect and sculptor have sought
To capture and carve your curve in stone
The historian has sought to pen your eloquence
To preserve in parchment your ineffable essence
And count me among their number!
I will tell of my part in this your ancient drama
The greatest story ever told – His Story –
Penned by the Great Author Himself
In His moment of greatest weakness and glory
I will contribute my lines to your epic song
I will raise up my voice with the heavenly choir
I will live out my part as poet, lover, father, son
And the imprint of me upon those that I love
Will be my signature at the close of this verse
© 2009 Ben |
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Added on August 24, 2009 Last Updated on August 24, 2009 AuthorBenKansas City, MOAboutThere is something within me that must write- a part of my mind that plays with language like a little child plays with his favorite toy. The moments of my life are like a conversation, with myself, w.. more..Writing
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