Too long the thought beneath the veil of my fleeting time.
The dust of so many yesterdays to the soles does cling.
Dry, with barren reminisces of almost elapsing dreams.
Oh this life hewn from the rocks of Jezreel soon to stand forgotten.
This life and its hope a once fertile plain is now unto the dust trodden.
So tarry not too long will I in this valley of dry bones.
Nor shall I hold to that which was as today and will soon be gone.
For just like the dust which to the soles does cling.
Just like tomorrow I will surrender forever to forgotten dreams.
J. Allen Wilson © 2007
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|Reviewed by Helen Downey
|Such a sad piece, but written well. Thanks for sharing it.|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|enjoyed this pen very much,
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|So tarry not too long will I in this valley of dry bones.
Probably a very wise decision, J. Allen.
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Are you quite certain you did not have a hand in writing the bible...?|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|A superb poem Allen, written in truth and wisdom....Not always easy to achieve...
|Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury
|"Thus saith the Lord GOD unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live:And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD".Ezek 37. Enjoyed your very beautiful poem of truth.