All That's Left, Lifetimes Hence Poem by james watkin

All That's Left, Lifetimes Hence



All that's left, lifetimes hence
Through their lost consequence
Is God. Such grand defeats!
Unlike in warring heats
Acclaimed. Us, disappear!
And not but starred appear!
For Light itself foresaw
These diamonds in the raw
Took back. Past seeking him
From the cave entrance, dim;
To what, hill-high, opens
Upon the same heavens.

Monday, March 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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