A New Birth Poem by mark anthony st. rose

He trains; he learns; he burns molding in the fire of life's crucible.
He becomes an intellectual gladiator, a spiritual warrior, an agent of the divine.
Perfect in body and in mind.- in unison, matter ignited by a cryptic birth of soul.
He forges ahead - alone- to change the world.
Shaping it with his breath: his pen; or even possibly by his death.
Yet a divine authority and charisma he embodies.

he sees beyond the far horizon,

a future yet to be.
He soars ahead like a bright star in the dark galaxies;
he is light leaving a trail for all to follow.
But few are they that see.
Most are blinded by body's ego and ambition in the netherworld;
this world.
Sorrowful their tears fall watering the ground,
bringing forth no roses but only weeds grow.
Their soul seeds, the god flower fails to sow.






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