Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, January 12, 2006

The Land

Kings and Queens were thought to own it and the highest of the hierarchy thought they held it in command, but they have all come and gone and left for us the land. Climbing to the hill top mesmerized was I to take a gander backward and see what was in the plan. Buildings and roadways of gravel brick and sand mattered little when you allow your eyes to scan. The beauty surrounding left caretakers of we,to leave our successors a place for body, soul and dreams.
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The closer to the heavens how remarkable it seems
that we were chosen to be part of a larger mystery.
The clouds racing as if a time to meet and as I lay
upon the hill top I glanced to view that of a magnificent feat.
No separation between that of heaven and hell,
the miracle we are giving is on a grander scale.
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