Does anyone know the reason?
Has anyone deciphered the great-rhyme?
Who will stand beside me
When it comes my time for dying?
A fire, deeply burns
In those who dare try to see;
Am I in it?
Is it in me?
Quietly, something walks at my side,
What it is I cannot tell;
I'd prayed for the heights of heaven,
And feared the depths of hell.
So much we cannot know.
So much we cannot see.
Until the light burns away the bonds of darkness,
Setting our tattered souls free.
So what is the reason
Why our hearts cry
for, Who will stand up with us... the living...
When it is our turn to die?
Who can fully know?
Who can rightly explain?
ALL that is yet to be,
Before the Time comes, for our souls to understand reality.
Best now to just leave this dream alone.
Go and find another. Knowing,
Jesus is the Time. And
Jesus is my brother.
Don; t want to know the time or day but i understand what you are trying to say. Very interesting and good read Smoky. Well done.
Really love this, so many great lines in this. I have had a lot of thoughts on time in my life but never really come up with any answers, Before the time comes, for our souls to understand reality. Really love that line. A fantastic poem.
Maybe it is not a good thing to know. I believe we would go mad knowing the future. Just trust in the carpenter.
'the kingdom of heaven within us...', the door of death, just that, a door! good thoughts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem Smoky as always, very philosophical.