The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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