Saturday, May 3, 2008

The Children of Man



An Angel came down on a dull autumn day
To see all the deeds of the children of man
to see how he dwelt and how he had moved
and how he had been since The dawn.
Of the spring.
He saw their dwellings, likened to their hearts
extending farther out, up and beyond.
From places to places from city to stream
Always wanting, always seeking.
Something more
He saw how his rails though seemingly straight
were curved and twisted and lead
Like their minds up the hills and the valleys
never ahead, always around and through.
In vain circles.
And after he saw and looked all around
past building and alley, subway and street
he thought and he mused, all the time watching
The people that walked and floated around.
Oh so Blind.
“Won’t the obey the desire of their hearts?
Their hands strive after the wind and the sky
Yet they cease to obey the call of their God
And Sell, short change themselves eternally.
Won’t they see?
The angel then alights and spreads his wings
Flies back to the place from whence he had come
Yet The Lord and the earth Is waiting still
For the glorious Revelation of
The Children of Man.


“Always reaching, always reaching
Upward as to touch the sky
Gazing up with eyes of wonder
yet never lifting to God most high”

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmmm… I like the idea and the form, but I think it could be revised some. The rhythm is a bit jerky - some lines have three stresses and some have four, but they don't seem to reflect the content. And I was confused for a while by your referring to the children of man both with singular and plural. But maybe it's just me.

Anonymous said...

The idea is spectacular. Polish is nice. One thing I will do when I get an idea I like is to rewrite it a million times a million ways. Then, sooner or later, the meter comes out more or less amicable and it becomes more pleasant to read and hear.