To Fly the Fall

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One persons final conclusion on the road to truth and salvation.

Submitted: October 19, 2015

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Submitted: October 19, 2015



It took seventy years to figure out

That life scatters truth, left and right.

And those first thirty years, reflecting back,

Were shades of dull, with times of bright.


There were some so good, and some, so bad,

And some that skated through the middle.

Some did test reality's bounds

Like many riddles within a riddle.


Then a light appeared through a mystical haze,

About thirty-five years in my past,

And what appeared were decoding thoughts,

Most were accepted and a few were trashed.


Some were clear and lights came on

And truths were swallowed within those days.

Understanding sprouted wings

And feathers grew in mysterious ways.


First I crawled, then I stood,

At last I began to walk.

After a time I took to flight

Like the sky-bound, Red-Tailed, Hawk.


Higher and higher, the words gave lift,

And I climbed toward the infinite Sun.

But I was weak and feathers, new,

And the inevitable descent had begun.


I glided for a time, and another time,

There was no reason to fear the falling;

After all, there was a light

And the words that kept on calling.


No, those words didn't do me in,

Or the lack of the meaning in dreams and shadow,

But the sheer simplicity of the message

Left my wings feeling weak and hollow.


At last, this child of shrinking wings

Landed and looked in the reflecting pool;

He saw his studies and mystical dreams,

Form the words of the Golden Rule.


JEF - 10-18-2015


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