Fiery Birth
Life is unsteady,
on this shaky earth,
for deep down inside,
is the source of its birth.
The heat of earth's center,
is a subject of worth,
blistering its surface,
for its entire girth.
And so it has been,
since the beginning of reason,
that men have feared,
the volcano's season.
So it was foretold,
that we would die by fire,
from deep in the earth,
on its own funeral pyre.
Salvation was high in the sky,
and fiery death far down below.
Dante described it as hell,
we have come to fear and know.
With fire and brimstone,
spewing gases of death,
we feared its wastelands,
and its fiery hot breath.
Heaven was in the sky,
and hell down below.
we'd either fly with the angels,
or suffer heat down real slow.
Hell's upper reaches,
were deep, dark, and dank,
filled with slime and death,
and muck that was so rank.
The bowels of the earth,
would swallow us up.
And floods would drown us,
from its sea's loving cup.
Scientists are learning,
the origins of life.
In the very same places,
so feared for their strife.
Microbes are thriving,
on the volcano's crest,
and blind fish are swimming,
in cave's depths, so fresh.
Where myths of destruction,
were conjured up in the past,
life is found to be plentiful,
some of the very first, not the last.
The old myths are crumbling,
in the face of the truth,
as our fiery origins,
are uncovered by the sleuth.
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
3/21/13
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Such fear by humans to be Strong!
Lady Vivian
Regis
My hope is for the eternal glory of your "high in the sky" (Heaven). I see it this way, if this isn't the truth it was nice living on the earth while I did, but if it is the truth, then there is eternity to write poetry of the minds with Christ, instead of eternal damnation so evil it convinced the world to believe its lies to an eternal fire.
I hope for you sake my dear friend, the sleuth that you are, your investigations will reveal themselves to you, so we can write poetry of the minds with Christ together!
Blessings to you with love...
Your friend,
Teresa
Anna
Cheers,
Dan
budd
Love ya!
Jane
A nicely laid out poem.
However, I think that realistically we should be more worried about being hit a stray chuck of rock from outer space, where such an event could sweep the world with a tidal wave a thousand feet high and then create an ice age lasting several hundred years, the only humans to probably survive would be those living in the vicinity of volcanic activity.
Best regards,
Mor.
And you uncovered one of them and did a beautiful
job...
You're such a good writer...
Love and Light
Lily
And from water we will die, though that be quite lame,
Your poetry is far from being the same,
Never has it been, in my opinion, in any way tame...e
youth is a mere crucible of lust and desire
You write of great theory and I understand,
still I'll keep the faith, it was God that made man.
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
Regards
Luke