The Eleventh Hour
They thought they saw reality
As they sat and watched TV
Where egos flaunt and preen and fight
The same routine every night
They lived inside their paper dreams
Where life is only what it seems
Where nothing can be understood
And feeling numb is feeling good
They viewed from dark mentality
Pictures no one else could see
And spoke of beings strange and grand
That left no footprint on the sand
They played games without the rules
Learned lies and riddles in their schools
A shadow land of shadowed souls
Filling up their hearts with holes
But who will take them by the hand
And lead them to the Promised Land?
Who will show them to the power
Waiting in the Eleventh Hour?
They fought and bled for history
Believed in things they could not see
Struggled to overcome the odds
Of worshiping a thousand gods
They lived alone and died in fear
Grew angry if love came too near
Yet longed for what they could not find
In the vacuum of the mind
They wasted their few days in vain
Hiding from the grief and pain
Of working hard for happiness
And getting paid in crappiness
They dissected what they had
Divided into good and bad
Some to keep and some to chuck
Based upon good old dumb luck
But who will take them by the hand
And lead them to the Promised Land?
Who will show them to the power
Waiting in the Eleventh Hour?
They were what we all became
In the final dying flame
Of time’s desperate ending beat
Beneath the sun’s unyielding heat
They were the cosmic first and last
The future dissolving with the past
Those born to learn they need not die
Offered wings and taught to fly
They were this world’s best and worst
Humankind’s most blessed and cursed
The sinking, leaping generation
Destined to come to true salvation
But who will take them by the hand
And lead them to the Promised Land?
Who will show them to the power
Waiting in the Eleventh Hour?
WOW!
ReplyDeleteAnd though they struggled, flailed and choked
ReplyDeletethe answer repeated itself ...
even as the friendly frogs croaked...
" Take thy outstretched arm, you see,
and bring thy hand back toward thee.
Place it firmly upon thy Heart.
There is nowhere else to go.
This is All you must know."
This is a most awesome poem Count!
ReplyDeleteI keep wanting to re-read.
You so Special!
"They were the cosmic first and last
ReplyDeleteThe future dissolving with the past
Those born to learn they need not die
Offered wings and taught to fly"...
I am quite sure our All Parent definitly called you here now among us to write, teach from the sharing of your experience and inspire CD.