He exists only in some plan
a diversion of mine and hers
we are lost in our own hearts
one simple flare of the Man.
Seems there can be a truth,
we listen, bear our hearts
without worry of wrath, imparts
a cycle of hurt so very uncouth.
If in God’s eyes he train the mind
to live on its own accord, afford
our lives to bury the sword.
Live with love is our humankind.
How do we know to forget
or is a stored energy we play
for the autumn is nearer today
fears that stubborn scorn let.
Let them lift their bodies cold
find a sweet warmth spoken
a slow and harmonic plan
will lives to share love so bold.
Once while observe the moon a crescent
without the whole she could not be present.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021