In creation a flaw

[BeeJay]

Each act of creation
Flawed,
Borne within
Seeds of destruction.
A finality
The gods
Guardians of the flock
Hide inside an inflorescence
Of withered sentiments,
That forever hold the key
To a prophecy
A resurrection to be.

Always faith
Harbors images strong
When starlights are gone
The dot, a ray
A continuity
The divine plan, Light
Darkness, heritage, reflection.
The seeds of destruction
Never whole
Hope stronger, a will
To live, to cling
To mortal coils;
In it, the future resides
Belief, in minds system over-rides.

A finality
Resurrection, through God, I
A false reality
In the darkness of night
Within its unending space
A soul struggles
In deepest depths
For hopes ray, which
In each one of us
Surfaces at dawn.
A glow spreads
Our very own
To appear again
Over the eastern sky.

Copyright 2004 Baru Gobira