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Eden City's Ancient Fountain
by Donald Standeford Over crackling leaves, I walked Thru ancient ruins. My skin a hot wet Bath, mid-July in the night of man Sorrow long set in. I heard Demons' laughs echo in this ruined City of man, which teetered me Till it started sinking in, just as Sorrow sinks into the red west Horizon, its tarrying light To me my last sunrise disappearing. For miles I walked Thru ancient skeletons of Eden's Ancient city. 'Now you are Master, Living off rusty sips from Eden's Ancient fountain, that once thriving Huge bowl, its big base thrumming Once watered a weary world Equally the righteous Equally those in sin,' But no more equal will fountain be Who awaits the call to set all free. This ancient fountain of ancient Eden Spires once tall as prospering trees Now the height of its ancient city ruins. Still an ancient breeze whispers And the gargoyles that sit Upon the spires of the fountain Crack their cement talons And fly east, vainly searching for 'New Eden' Ancient pipes once tapped the tune Of life, now spit rust, no more the single Wonder of the world, it gasps Its dying breath, full of weariness And worry, 'Will he come again, Or will he leave us dry and empty, The fountain too, a miserable machine, much in need of repair And repair once more will come From the builder who constructed it And placed it in its cement pit. For now it is destined to run dry. Dry sour intimidation... barren here in wasted Eden. Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |