Gods good intentions gone somewhat awry

In the gathering gloom, we who suffer the slow evolution of consciousness,
can take solace from the knowledge that we choose to,
in this there is hope.
So be not someone consumed in time, but a soul involved with eternity.
And when your heart is wrapped in pain and peeled bare,
let it pump poetry to spite despair.
Fore ever over the horizon, the sun like the eye of God
stares life and promise into the world.
And still rivers much like our souls gravitate to a welcoming home.
And still but only for a while yet, much of mankind to it’s dangerous and cloying habits.
And happily, children to their games, giddy in their fresh wisdom.
And I when I am able, to a midnight meadow go,
to lie in rapt repose among a Catherine wheel of stars,
Out of this dogged maelstrom.

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