Life's Canon Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Life's Canon



Life's canon speaks to each,
revives a strength of self;
yet in consciousness its message,
is on Ids back shelf;
true nature in heart,
is silenced by cry of dark itself;
meaning wasted in reason's din,
souls scream for help.

Confusion, its crown held high,
a spectre leers in glee;
rules of mind are lost,
self soon goes on wicked spree;
living means, take whats yours,
despite conscious decree;
thoughts, will right to wrong,
morality away it flees.

What turns wry mind away,
from whiles that reek of dark;
thoughts sheared of crisis,
or madness completely stark;
provide example or idea,
make truth part of living's arc;
relief illuminates spark,
heart tones thought to hark.

Goodness stressed to nothing,
an end weak wills promote;
caused by unwillingness,
to comprehend truths so wrote;
weakness bred seeps through,
builds in a nation's coat;
through sharing of this cloak,
we all become life's goat.

Recognize in yourself,
a strength to live life straight;
soul's demand this sight,
life's clock is one set slate;
true a minds essence,
yet few live this as life's trait;
wisdom feeds on truth's deeds,
so make these your mate.

Friday, October 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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