Echoing The Opus Poem by Arno Le Roux

Echoing The Opus

How did an ancient Opus over millenia survive
Do like weaving, farming, text and song alive

We meditate these secret sacred volumes holy
Keep touch with those who fall away so slowly

Adding to our wall, different stones they're cast
Workers who'll chisel on with such kindness vast

And leave behind a thousand years from now
Retain a ritual of living for each an solemn vow

Them we tie like Shakespeare done in play
In dusty pages waiting for a dawn the golden day

A measure of divine spark before we turn to clay
World for others we will never meet along our way

Where square stones living a testament to love
Ancient man preserved the secrets from above

Ideals on pillars preserved hoping for a mind
Died to then give life to a future generation kind

But ancient eyes patiently still staring down
Waiting eyes who sees no borders in His town

Arno Le Roux 2015