Post by phantasm on Jan 22, 2017 8:02:44 GMT -6
A torrential river flows through the world
It's what we call the fourth dimension, time
Cavernous spaces, ancient hallowed halls are built on the banks of this river
Resonating with the chants, prayers, songs and calls of worshipers
Smells and bells, the swaying and genuflecting of bodies
And everywhere candles burn before the stone and lime
On the shores of the river sanctuaries are built, stone rafts sent floating down the river of time
And there, in the currents of time, the Great War is fought
Insults are hurled, night and day
Catapults lob stones, too, one at the other, trying to blast the other side out of the water
They started with slings and arrows and worked on making their weapons more complex
Occasionally, with great effort, one of them manages to sink another
But time has a way of eroding even the mightiest of stones, some of these rafts eroded down to nothing
And yet they fight
Who are these combatants, what do they want?
One side wants a refuge from fear, to hunker down and lock down,
To freeze out anything and everything they don't like or don't understand
The other side wants a theater, a forum, to open its' arms wide, to embrace the All
Curious, bold and fearless, they wish to go boldly into the unknown
Who started the war?
The fearful blame the fearless
The fearless blame the fearful for being cowards
So who knows?
I would rather be on the side of the fearless.....
All I want to know is one thing: which side will win this Great War?
It's what we call the fourth dimension, time
Cavernous spaces, ancient hallowed halls are built on the banks of this river
Resonating with the chants, prayers, songs and calls of worshipers
Smells and bells, the swaying and genuflecting of bodies
And everywhere candles burn before the stone and lime
On the shores of the river sanctuaries are built, stone rafts sent floating down the river of time
And there, in the currents of time, the Great War is fought
Insults are hurled, night and day
Catapults lob stones, too, one at the other, trying to blast the other side out of the water
They started with slings and arrows and worked on making their weapons more complex
Occasionally, with great effort, one of them manages to sink another
But time has a way of eroding even the mightiest of stones, some of these rafts eroded down to nothing
And yet they fight
Who are these combatants, what do they want?
One side wants a refuge from fear, to hunker down and lock down,
To freeze out anything and everything they don't like or don't understand
The other side wants a theater, a forum, to open its' arms wide, to embrace the All
Curious, bold and fearless, they wish to go boldly into the unknown
Who started the war?
The fearful blame the fearless
The fearless blame the fearful for being cowards
So who knows?
I would rather be on the side of the fearless.....
All I want to know is one thing: which side will win this Great War?
I am glad to know there are fearless people still breathing and walking the planet. Thank you for sharing, David A.! The thumbs up option doesn't do this piece justice! So....here it goes...
