Wednesday, October 04, 2006



Around about the time I learned that time was born to die
I learned what makes all things corrupt would suffer its own fate
For it’s not that trees lay as they fall but trees fall as they lie
For unlike angels fallen man may never rise too late

Though we damn our deaths and we damn this constant change
That weathers us and grows us but to let us go to seed
Our temporal natures save us from the permanent derange;
The very thing that harms us is the thing we dearly need

For were we like the angels who beheld the face of God
And never touched by death and thus permitted to atone
But let our pride’s dominion be our scepter and our rod
We’d be, like they, eternally, in prisons of our own

1 comment:

Standifer Evasto Visum said...

and try if you will to imagine how one can be confined by such infinite "walls"...

Prison indeed Xavi, prison indeed.

To see so far and know that by going beyond you simply come back to where you once were. Cruel and viscious prison with such undefined walls.

God has truly blessed us by His more finite "definition" of what has the potential for sanctified liberation.