• Others 25.07.2007

    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

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    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

    Temporarily, service formulates order
    for a few blinking short days.
    Creation gracefully puts these things
    to rot away, rust, and decay.

    The sun keeps pace to make the most
    of a light shining on a feeble fit.
    Even a narrow evaluation can surmise,
    we swell in a momentary halfwit.

    Believe it or not; this is truth–anyway;
    take a view, ’cause here we are.
    Our senses make a little sense, at least,
    of this world–the way we were.

    All things, which have been assigned,
    fill space with a measure of time.
    They open blind eyes to see the truth,
    and witness–things are sublime!

    Tho’ decay is spread over all creation,
    existence?–is an evidence to see.
    Purpose measures on five feeble senses,
    that time-place…has a right to be.

    Beneath a fickle state of rot and decay,
    there are senses for spirits to be.
    All things tangible…witness to the soul,
    that life presents a Creator to see.
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