Metanoia

Florin Dragoș Minculescu

Wondering eyes looked up

And a twinkle of a star,

Ignites the fire's heart.

Through an unknown grace,

Man baptized the flame.

Three time, out loud it said:

 

"What do I am?" 

"What do I am?"

"What do I am?".

 

Next to itself, of jealousy,

A stone has cracked.

Out of its rend it flies,

To fill the empty spot,

Another twinkle of a star. 

And to the rest of sand,

A gust of wind enchants:

 

" Oh, Blessed Mary

Childbirth again,

Childbirth again." 

  • Author: Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2022 02:28
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    depends what pages of archaic myth, you read
    some pages, speak
    of Prometheus Bound
    and his Fire of emancipation...
    that cured us
    from having to endure life, with that mind warping
    'Job' caricature idealism, mentality
    of acceptance to the endless strife of life...
    so aren't we blessed
    so many millions, shed blood
    so we can continue to ignore
    our capacity, to think freely
    devoid of any
    finger's, manipulating our very opportunity: for thought...
    (a challenging, and thought provoking write,
    thanks for sharing!)



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