We Shall Understand

We shall understand

 

This life we've been given is but a mere reflection of what was originally ours

It was so different for all, before the fall

Guess, "you shall not surely die"was such a lie after all

For look where we are, expressions of flowers

 

As the wind we can't see it, touch it

We can see its effects, know its presence, for we are affected by it, touched by it

So is death, we can't see it, touch it

We can see its effects, know its presence, for we are affected by it

 

Oh wretched of men who shall deliver us from this body of our death

From our birth we've been dying, not even trying

Snatched away; some at midnight, morn, others at noon

Some taken after awhile, others way too soon

 

This enemy that stalks us, touches us, torments us, will be destroyed at the end my friend

Death was never meant to be, for you, for me

Be faithful my friend to the very end

To the very end be faithful, my friend

Related Topics
Melancholy, Reflective, Mortality

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.