Reflections
By turquin
Pools of tears upon a sodden face of a storm-tossed world, reflecting shimmering images of memories, easily shattered by each fresh, new gust; Memories of former innocence, when mankind was a new expression of the great cosmic Mind, and nestled in the Garden of Love. But, Ah, humanity then did say - Too little, this Eden; for we be greater by far - Come, a city, build we, upon the trampled soil of alternate, diff'ring viewpoints; and a Tower, for to climb; yea, the Tower of Reason, enlightened, now come of age! O you errant ones; Do you not realize that the seeds of the fruit of authority, usurped, abused, are the tears of exalted pride, grievously fallen; reaping the ruins of Babels,erected upon the ever-changing sandbed of ephemeral dreams of perfection, unattained. Let, instead these pools, from such tears, a-gathered, which reflect the reminders of one's own follies, become therefore, the wellsprings of new determination, to rebuild for each and every one, a world where all are free with each other and hate and bigotry, in acquired maturity, cease. Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 06:42 PM PST 0 • 12
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"Pools of tears upon a sodden face..."