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Tribulation

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Days of turbulence, tempest tossed,

Ability to think, reason, logic lost.

 

No peace, wars, unfounded fears,

Hunger abounds, homeless, flowing tears.

 

Scripture disregarded, rights ignored,

Pervasive living, greed, joy ignored.

 

Foretold from ancient past, no attention paid,

Foundations crumbling, destructive path all laid.

 

Continue onward then, soul closed to light,

Ignore the homeless, hungry masses, struggling in life’s fight.

 

Close eyes and ears in ignorance, ignore the coming shock.

Look not for the Good Shepherd, coming for His flock.

Ironic Circle

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

 

The first men on our shores had freedom,

But little time to truly experience it

As they struggled to make their place and tame this big land.

Building, hunting, foraging, and planting consumed much of their energy,

But they had freedom.

 

Later, men struggled in chains,

Dying to secure richer lives for their owners.

Throughout their lives of trials and tribulations,

They held to their dreams tenaciously¬† —

Their dreams of freedom.

 

Later still, men fought and died by the thousands in great wars

To stop tyrants and secure freedom more concretely.

They fought, bled and died to uphold

Our country’s cherished principles,

But these men died, knowing freedom.

 

Even later, men who knew freedom’s sweetness and blessings

Let it erode because of greed, indifference,

Lust for material wealth and apathy.

Blinded by these pursuits,

They became disillusioned and let it slip away.

 

Ironic? Yes! Men who realized freedom,

But no time to fully appreciate it.

Men who didn’t have it and could only dream of its possession.

Men who knew it and died fighting to hold it.

Men without vision who let it slip away like a thief in the night.

It’s Not As It Appears

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

From Ming Dynasty

To urbane travesty,

Ancient pyramids,

Ages untold.

Mysteries beneath the sea,

Treasures beyond measure,

Yet all that glitters is not gold.

 

Old wisdom,

New wisdom,

Colors broken by a prism.

Rainbows cast in a cloudy sky.

Men haggle, question, and reason,

Searching the horizon for why.

A diamond in the rough is not enough.

 

Infinitesimal reaches of space,

Men scurry and race

To conquer and know the unknown,

Striving to be first,

To quench the unquenchable thirst

Of knowledge —

Or is it greed? —

Which pushes men toward the stars.

The well-worn shoe now cramps the foot.

 

Radio and television

Have created an invasion

Into history and lifestyles

With forceful persuasion.

Minds spoon-fed such

A diet of sensation

Soon lose innovation

And imagination.

A rose picked from the vine quickly loses its beauty.

 

The Veils

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

 

Layers of veils

Drawn over the mind,

Shut out light of knowledge,

Shielding hope from mankind.

The first one blots out charity,

It’s called the veil of “Greed.”

The second is called “Suspicion,”

And curtails doing good deeds.

The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”

Stops our hearts from being kind.

The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”

Makes people follow along blind.

The fifth is the darkest–

It’s simply known as “Hate,”

Yet the shining light

Of Love can penetrate.

Regardless of how tightly

These veils are drawn,

They can be opened by Knowledge

As night surrenders to dawn.

Ever so slowly now,

The veils begin to part.

Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,

Over the mind and into the heart.

At last they’re completely open,

Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.

The harsh light of Truth assisted,

And together they set you free.

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