We all…..now known from the unknown.
To rise and fall as our duties be.
A newborn child at Times’ thrown…
Kicked out by Death…down the peak.
A flesh pregnant with soul and spirit.
The latter conceived by the former.
Mastered….then a master of their merits.
One day on earth another hereafter.
Arise, asleep…falling through our dream…
Until the day, we died the least.
Earth’s vapour of souls in one beam.
By the least need of our feet.
Towards a destined shame or glory.
Twin milieus…..distilled from summed actions.
Like unrepentant words in a closed story.
Whose acts….found in factions.
Difficult Good or easy Evil.
Toy gods are we in all these things.
The journey of Change…made of people.
Cyclic successions of slaves by kings…
For as the egg entraps a sperm cell.
Choicelessly…you must take hold of life.
Yet willingly…rely on her spell.
Into ditches below one must learn to dive…
People of today after tomorrow….
They smog the mysteries that unfolds.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Regis
Edwin