I touched a god of desert stone whose feet were crumbling dust

once noble eyes now blind to sight and love wet mouth now cold and mute

once jeweled ears shut dead to echoed sound

remorseless filth of sullied earth lay piled where majestic power ruled as absolute

words gouged in gold extolled the glory of immortal life and truth of sovereign might

I am all earth, all air, all light

you are flesh by my grace

I give and I take away

I am what is and what will beeternity is mine

a cancer silence mourned the endlessness of death and noxious poisons fouled the night

I stumbled past a beggar blind by war and strife

whose withered hand caressed my face with care

are men as cruel beyond the grave

will war and hate forever rob my sight in paradise

must I live as prisoner when these idols rule from piles of desecrated dust

are not the gifts of life and breath sole treasures also mine

the fires of eternal hope and fear blazed bright around that sepulchre of sacred stone

a shroud of ash enveloped earth but enduring games of tortured mankind found no pause

as unveiling dawn transfigured baleful night I closed the tomb of ancient past

and whispered to the morning sun for wisdom of the human heart

for truth of riddles yet to know

is not my breath a wakened whisper from some cosmic cloud

is not my life a gift of hope from some ancient star

By Don Ulrich
©2006 USA

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