There is not a single leaf left…
To proudly display the mighty oak tree
Winter has set its claws on its branches
And harvested its life signs and put them on hold
And winter shuts down all functioning cells it seems
Unlike the oak tree, I know why this event takes place
I am also aware of why my hair changes colour
From midnight black to light grey
And what causes my hair to fall out
Unlike my perpetual fear.
Autumn fields harvested by the sickle of death
And like them death now stares me in the face
As if my life’s clock knob is put on full stop.
Whose footings anchor my soul on the inside?
When I’m weak and feeling venerable
Like an orphaned homeless child?
Nature has its way in mirroring life and death
Examples are evident as spending a penny a day
Look no further than hot sand blanketing the Sahara desert
Where life has a slim chance to seed itself against all odds
And Sahara’s wild life vigorous breaths
Turned to dried bones by death,
And on the human front
Second by second human veins
Shrink and harden with the passing of time
Time is not kind to the human form
Regardless of which soul dwells inside
And makes me wonder if all souls after death
Are destined for a better home?
To ask the question, is it the first sign of hope?
And I wonder in the afterlife will I ever cope?
Is it trite when my poem begins to rhyme?
No not when hope is delivered in due time
The essence of true love
Sent from heaven above
It knocks on every door
It’s up to you and me to ask for
Can you imagine hearts without a pulsing beat?
And from skepticism they question my poetic feet
I passed with flying colours the devil’s latest test
This quest of mine has proven to be my very best
I will live forever whether in this world or in the next
Despite the devil causing me to doubt with another text
My reply: I know, I know, I know resurrection is engrained in my loins
Unlike the devil's 30 silver: In God I Trust, minted on my golden coins
These golden coins a reminder of my cosmic being
A shield when my invisible eye is not set on wellbeing
My faith renewed by God’s only Son
His light brighter than the golden Sun
Roots of all religion should be based on love and peace
Not from TV telecast to grease the donation wheel and to fleece
Life whether big or small seeks a peaceful resolution
This poem of mine I offer to you as my humble solution
I lay down my resistance and embrace the distance
That once left me daunted to understand my existence
Life force and death force interchangeably are beautiful
My poem finds the path to the afterlife irrefutable
I am more than just monkey hands or wandering legs
The sum of me represents the symbol of Easter eggs
The Three Books and the Buddha light up my poetic flame
And Einstein perfect logic cemented my poetic claim
March 5, 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
Revised August 8th 2015