Polished stone ascends ground to sky- the work of human hands can never die nor waste away with shifting time and passing age- but change in nature's force transformed to rubble, dust and back to stone.
Sages walk alone and through the mist and haze they see the future blaze a bright and radiant star seeming far in space but in the heart in place where love creates, rebuilds and is reborn.
In distant ages on they see the changes gone and know that human kind is warped and blind.... yet carried by a sun that's growing old.
Wisdom seeks, wisdom grows bright and bold as rubble builds foundations new for greater structures strong and true.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2022 13:24:41 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers