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Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Our Fathers In Heaven


Our Fathers who are in the heavens
Passing through star gates
Three be thy name
The fathers,
The sons,
Connected by a holy name

We are made of the ashes
Of long dead stars
Ashes to ashes
Star dust to star dust

In uncountable time
We are made up of time
And time is made up of us
Catch a star and see how far
It takes to stretch out eternity
Into an uncertainty

Length, width, depth
Still feeling there is more
Water, ice, and steam
Truth hidden behind the unlockable door

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 01, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (10/6/2013 9:32:00 PM)

    They far above, and the reminisce them just like star dust that shine, and our mind is reminded by the voice played after the twilight, a midnight's voice_SOul (Report) Reply

  • Laurie X3 (10/6/2013 5:25:00 AM)

    This makes me think of the old series X Files. Ah the joy of Netflix I was able to share them with my son this summer. I like the part that time is made up of us and we are made up of time....without someone keeping track of its passing.....does it even matter. I always wondered how other life in the universe calculated time. (Report) Reply

  • Nader Baheri (10/5/2013 4:19:00 AM)

    truth is like finding a nail in hay stock? we search for the truth and search.after all searching we reralize that the act of searching for truth is the real truth.its better than doing nothing though.
    felicitation~nb (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (10/4/2013 9:57:00 PM)

    A good poem indeed.Yes, there is more, beyond the reach of our mortal eyes and senses. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/4/2013 3:29:00 AM)

    Trinity main theme reference drawn made from ashes the dust to be in dust (Death) Length, width, depth
    Still feeling there is more
    Water, ice, and steam
    Truth hidden behind the unlockable door please try to open how long it will be closed come pull I 'm with you (Report) Reply

  • Vera Sidhwa (10/3/2013 8:22:00 PM)

    We are made of the ashes, of long dead star...this entire verse is deep and gorgeous. ten of ten (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/2/2013 6:56:00 AM)

    Time, length, width, and depth cover the entire space. Water, ice, and steam measure the life. Fathers in heaven cover everything. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (10/1/2013 4:55:00 PM)

    There is more to see, we just have to open our eyes, let our forefathers show us the way. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (10/1/2013 8:41:00 AM)

    I too wish to stand in the gathering of these fathers and sons searching for my ancestors. Thomasji, you have made a pace here. Good poem. (Report) Reply

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