Touch Belief
Within the spacious folds of time
Below the broken mountains’ rumbling
Mankind, for all their wisdom climb
not...
but crawl through darkness stumbling.
An iron grate conceals their shame
While beneath, the weary worker paves
And though each tombstone bears a deep-etched name
Oak trees grow upon their graves.
Pensive, with no thought of time lost pondering,
Captive thoughts in darkness ravished
Brought back through endless days of wandering
A breath of hope to parch a desert of longing
Grasped at by starving claws unprepared
Fleeting, contagious, the life’s blood of nations
Brandished on banners, by kings proudly bared
Below the broken mountains’ rumbling
Mankind, for all their wisdom climb
not...
but crawl through darkness stumbling.
An iron grate conceals their shame
While beneath, the weary worker paves
And though each tombstone bears a deep-etched name
Oak trees grow upon their graves.
For not by wisdom owned or taken,
Do the lofty sages swear.
Nor before a fleeting phantom
Would honest lovers’ hearts lay bare.
A seed of faith weighs in the balanceDo the lofty sages swear.
Nor before a fleeting phantom
Would honest lovers’ hearts lay bare.
Pensive, with no thought of time lost pondering,
Captive thoughts in darkness ravished
Brought back through endless days of wandering
A breath of hope to parch a desert of longing
Grasped at by starving claws unprepared
Fleeting, contagious, the life’s blood of nations
Brandished on banners, by kings proudly bared
But faith is presumption, hope ignorance’ dream
If not guided and guarded and gained from above
For as thoughts without actions are waves without oceans
Life’s measure and weight must be balanced with love.
If not guided and guarded and gained from above
For as thoughts without actions are waves without oceans
Life’s measure and weight must be balanced with love.
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