Monday, April 5, 2010

and now my secular poem

the written word powerful it is
transcending time and shaping kids
the thoughts they have. their formed worldview
putting words to paper those authors never knew
that ideas had and so expressed
sealed fates of souls to beliefs cursed and blessed
so no individual lives untouched
words of the past they weigh too much
they build and build and over time
we touched the moon and swelled with pride
I stand in awe of this force unleashed
that planet earth brewed up this beast
here and now of a peculiar kind
a species of matter with a state of mind
a curious ability to understand
with cosmic absurdity it hopes and plans
yet how beautiful it is and so i can't help but find
that this momentary miracle is not wasted time

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