The Trilogy of Life

THE TRILOGY OF LIFE

Chapter 1: The Pilgrimage

What sanctuary of green fielded peace, what haven of blue above with its cumulus fleece As in the birth of a sibling for all to share, our world at one time was begun so fair.

And as daylight crept away from approaching dark, nocturnalness and its noises were punctuated by fireflies spark.

The whippoorwill and the tree frogs song seemed to mingle with the chill as if to belong.

The damp from above seemed to melt away as the dawn crept in with a bright new day.

Surely we thought that the night had forsaken, this quiet white peace but a dream partaken.

But lo, gazing up at the haven of blue, the amazing world seemed to start anew.

This then is the peacefulness for which we long, saddened perhaps by evolutionary ideas laid wrong.

Of eroded principals of greed and gain, of begotten beauty felled by fires of time.

And as dawn approaches and bumblebees hum, and brooks of cascading coolness bubble,

and green forests bear silent stillness, and changes from night darkness to morning serenity.

And the morning shrill of a meadowlark.

And man awakening...... And the dawn of his thoughts.

Then with this dawn man's thoughts seem to ponder, I shall gather my implements and prod over yonder.

I shall raise the forests in the name of progress, and erect a dwelling where the eagles nest was.

I shall build a road where deer used to graze, in grass as tall as their flanks, and God's little creatures were used to a drink along the streams meandering banks.

And carve out did he, these dwellings of yore, until he reached the distant shore.

And as the wild crept out and humanity beckoned, and the wild foreseen more than was reckoned.

In ambigous haste and wanton govern he carved out his cities and laid waste this domain.

And then with the new dawn and mans upbringing, and with it new laws and rules proclaiming.

Thou shalt and thou shalt not rang the new formed religion.

And served thee well without forsaking.

And served thee well for all to humble.

And served thee well for all partaking.

And then with the heat of day came blasphemy, of religion divided among undecided souls,

of infidelity among the strongest contenders and frivolous players among thee.

As in a world of spiritual upheaval enveloped in trial and error,

of virgin maidens among clever foxes, one wonders then who will prevail.

The complexities of our civilization, endowed by centuries of preparation,

are seemingly enhanced by marvels of science and evolved in enigmas of stagnation.

Forlorn are those who ignore, never knowing what is in store,

ignoring the daisies in fields of green as if bent on masked achievement.

Stand guard dear world to be, for as it goes....so then shall ye.

Patience for a world not lost forever, for a wry smile does its lips endeavor.

Perhaps this damnation of ceramic faces that are caught up in earths great social graces,

presents a facade dividing our races into chasms of bigoted tears.

Fear not O' companions of juandiced ideas, the fortitude we share shall endure,

as callousing years of social degree become the stews in our cauldron of cure.

Then on through the brambles we trudge and we toil, our minds eroded with unmerited spoil,

to seek out the reasons we so desire in our little niche we are beset in.

And perhaps still there is a cure for this blatant arrogance so long endured,

of leaders and followers in this melt of union, our hour of maturity is at hand.

For seeking wisdom is to behold, a sense of courage to be told,

for naught of ease it is to bend, these ways of change that we so dare.

But change must we for our maker to rule, a fledgling society of ignorance and fear,

and change will he, to their chagrin, these apples of societies barrel.

For the bruise on the fruit is not contagious from spoils of rebellious nature, lest given the chance

through idols and followers, or rebuked by our makers measure.

And the soul who fears the inevitable death must eternally learn the song,

for many a life may lie ahead, for which he may belong.

Oh to thee, thine harbor of death, herewith you entrust I fear thee now.

Surely your face all smitten in disguise, seals me a fate, tho' worrieth me not.

One day though, as my youth is overtaken, and mellowed by time I surely cannot stop,

and my senses have eroded beyond endurance...I will embrace thee, ah, but feareth thee not!

For to live with death while here on earth is to stand the test of mans mettle,

this bittersweet companion for all to share, and the time for all to settle...

And settle will we with the reapers grim, his shadowy uncertainty lurking,

to pluck from this world the fearsome souls, for deaths sobriety working.

So, from whence we came, so shall we leave, our duties of this world so tended,

this fearless flight so well deserved, beneath Gods wing ascended......