Friday, March 27, 2009

Time

Time melts with age.

Solid youth a poor listener

concerning wilted eras.

Unprepared for this stage,

body and mind a foreigner,

apart from a checklist of errors.



Reflect on love,

healer of anxieties,

pull closer to the Promised Land.

Sleep sound, a peaceful dove.

Open your heart to pieties,

when He extends a forgiving hand.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful truthful poem. Such wisdom and experience in the language used. Great painting that reflects the content of your words, especially on the time and age within the physical realm using the sharp edged boxes to illustrate the material world for what it is and the landscape to illustrate the natural world in its serenity and vividness. :)

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  2. Thank you, Ana. I appreciate your thoughts on it.

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  3. Bea, I submitted this, per our conversation. Tis excellent, sweetie!

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  4. Kimmi, I'm glad you think it's excellent. Thank you for the compliment and enthusiasm. :)

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