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Elaine P
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Inspired by Neonman's poem, I have decided to repost my parable/poem, originally (and still) dedicated to S.F. Reborn.
For Semper Fi
In the Oasis
by Elaine Poln
He stood upon the Edge,
gathered crowds around Him
pointed to the fig tree,
gazed upon the mass.
Hear My words and hearken,
the fruit is ripe for picking,
is this crop your last one?
how long can Earth bear pain?
Cease your toxic ways,
learn to love your neighbor,
stretch to see beyond you
lest the darkness fall.
The people listened closely,
but did not heed His sermon,
as Midnight comes to meet us,
Earth sings a final dirge.
For Semper Fi
In the Oasis
by Elaine Poln
He stood upon the Edge,
gathered crowds around Him
pointed to the fig tree,
gazed upon the mass.
Hear My words and hearken,
the fruit is ripe for picking,
is this crop your last one?
how long can Earth bear pain?
Cease your toxic ways,
learn to love your neighbor,
stretch to see beyond you
lest the darkness fall.
The people listened closely,
but did not heed His sermon,
as Midnight comes to meet us,
Earth sings a final dirge.