Modern times
Competing forces
I wonder
Has it always been this way
Just now
A lot more choices
Plenty for more to say
I didn't study history
I only have my own
Pondering on the mystery
And what brings us home
His words are pure words
Words that make it plain
Illuminating the heart of man
Erasing guilt and shame
Where is the understanding
Can we be so bold
Has anybody heard
Has it been told
It was told to the ancients
They went astray
Led by fire at night
Smoke by day
Did anyone hear it
Songs were sung
Where is the new song
And to whom is it strummed
Sung to a meadow
A glistening stream
Where is the creator
Where has he been
Who made these things
What is his name
It doesn't matter
Matters all the same
Now I must bring it home
It's a supernatural book
JKV
YOU with eyes
Take a look.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A nicely woven poem of belief and faith that takes the reader to a different level. Well done
Valiantstar, this poem moves like a pilgrimage of questions. Ancient stories, modern confusion, and a longing to understand all braided together. It doesn’t force answers, but it keeps asking, and that persistence gives it power. Wonderful job, my friend 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write 2. I can't see that's been either 'the good old days' nor 'the bad old days'. It's probably 'the same old days'.
True - the thing that hath been, is that which shall be: and that which is done, is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
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