THE MAN OF FAITH / THE MAID OF KNOWLEDGE

In the twilight misty morning
The light came without a warning
A cold breath of wind streched its icy fingers
And open the DOOR of rusty hinges

The man of faith sat tired in the sun
Contemplating the work that needs to be done
When he glanced over his shoulder to see a maid
Who sat watching him within a shade.

"Will you take your share of pump weed
To satify your present need?"
And with this wisdom he sat and smoked
And listened to the words she gently spoke:
"Your fate is sealed in a distant past
Donate your essence to make it last
I feel a thought that needs a mind
Hear these truths that you'll not find."

The beauty of knowledge flowed into his brain
Easing all troubles and causing no pain
It fell within his path which had no signs
And all his troubles he left far behind.

"Come close" she said, "and feel the earth
That has no need for merriment and mirth."
And with these words he entered the field
And felt the force and strength it yields.

"Now look above and reach the sky
Its presence exists until you die."
And he streched up, into the clouds
And embraced the sun and cried out loud.

"Walk, walk down and enter the sea
That has no care to escape and be free."
And he ran into the foaming waves
Which fell around him like a swirling maze.

"Now search for the source within the flame
That has no sense of guilt or shame
And he entered into the crackling light
To cleanse his soul and his sight.

"That's all the truths you need to know
Now back to darkness I must go."
And as he died, a thought did grace his head
"There are some truths best left unsaid."

01/23/2005

Author's Note: High School Poem........Peace

Posted on 01/23/2005
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