Asked of him the goddess said,
\n\u201cWhat thinks you in your mortal head?\u201d
\nanswered he, \u201cLittle very things,
\nthat world thinking seems to brings.\u201d
\nLooked at him with a question face
\n\u201cWhat thinks you of the empty space?
\nThat left I you to mark your make
\nTo give and do for what you take.\u201d
\n\u201cI takes and tries to make my place
\nfor occupies the empty space,
\nbut makes I can\u2019t the beauty you
\nhas made for me from muds and dew.\u201d
\n\u201cMade I thems for help you live
\nI mean\u00e9d not to force you give
\nBack little gifts of cloud and tree
\nFor you are only gift I see,
\nA treasure you has given me
\nBy simply been what you will be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Looked he up from infant feet
\nInto the field with gold of wheat
\nGazed to the ocean rifes with blue
\nDecided what for her he\u2019d do
\nBuilt he a temple toward her sky
\nWhere he could look to her and pry
\nFor hear the wonders past his view
\nTo learn of worlds green and new<\/p>\n
Past years and grew he wise
\nFor visions of the goddess eyes
\nTaught she him to till the plains
\nTo sews the seed and reaps the grains
\nTo build up walls and make of stone
\nTo govern the world she\u2019d made his own<\/p>\n
Animals grew from the endless blue tides
\nAnd plants bore the bounty of young seeds\u2019 divides
\nHe watched the world trickle past
\nFrom breath to breath from first \u2018till last
\nOf every creature under sky
\nFrom wolf to whale to butterfly
\nEvolving into newer things
\nTo trek on paws and fly on wings
\nHe watched as she explained the way
\nThat death can spirit life away
\nHow moon is night and sun is day
\nThe tolls that all life has to pay<\/p>\n
And watched he as from turning earth
\nA thing called man was given birth
\nHe taught them how to till the plains
\nTo sew the seeds and reap the grains
\nTo build their walls of brick and stone
\nTo live their lives in a world grown<\/p>\n
They hailed him as a living god
\nWho gave them birth from sand and sod
\nBut he described the goddess true
\nWho gave to him the ocean blue
\nAnd endless land to walk about
\nWhere he could see and figure out
\nThe hidden truths of passing time
\nWho never let him pass his prime<\/p>\n
And as the people aged they found
\nThat he by time was scarcely bound
\nThey aged they died they buried dead
\nBut saw not change his youthful head<\/p>\n
They questioned him about his endless span
\nHe\u2019d never thought to measure by a man
\nAnd told them he had yet to mark his make
\nTo give for everything he\u2019d have to take
\nHe told them that the goddess called him gift
\nAnd ever since then time had seemed to drift<\/p>\n
The marveled at the true goddess\u2019 might
\nAnd begged for her to heed their mortal plight
\nTo give them life like him they knew
\nTo live forever, pass each day as new<\/p>\n
But silent in her vault of endless sky
\nShe said naught but the wind and wandered by
\nAs sun or moon or stars within the shade
\nShe could not give to them she had not made
\nAnd in their fevered desperation\u2019s try
\nThey sent of human sacrifice onhigh
\nThey spilled their blood upon the earth and stones
\nAnd got no compensation for their bones
\nBut rain to wash away the slaughter\u2019s end
\nAnd weep for those whose lives they would expend<\/p>\n
And seeing how their desperation grew
\nThe slaughters of the many and the few
\nHe left their ranks and order fell away
\nAs chaos shifted slowly to decay<\/p>\n
Each people other blamed for his goodbye
\nAnd voices angry lifted to the sky
\n\u201cFor this,\u201d screamed they of one to they another
\n\u201cNever we stand again with vicious other
\nwho orchestrated exit He from we
\nthe faulted for the splitting us from he.\u201d
\nAnd fell they then to quarrel of the loss
\nOf he who time the has for watch the moss
\nAs grows upon the tree on skin of bark
\nWhat life birthed of the light dies for the dark
\nThose fought through dayrise fought through nighttime might
\nTo rend of living eyes their lively light
\nAnd leave there waves of blood there field of red
\nTo give form War there leaving world dead<\/p>\n
He forlorn looked out on the blood-made sea
\nPast sand smooth hill that flowed with death debris
\nHimself felt he responsible and blame
\nFor sparking war where ruins singe with flame
\nHis ever heart while ticking time kept beating
\nHe subtle felt his spirit\u2019s life depleting<\/p>\n
The goddess found his eyes to listen near
\nThe screaming dead of war clung to his ear
\n\u201cThey of the earth come back to earth from life
\nwhen wind and sky and sea absolving strife
\nhold fast to bones of weary white and pain
\nand wash to glow like stars from timely rain
\nthe living here one day evolve to dead
\nform then to mirror starlight overhead
\nthe road is short but timing into long
\nand making here a heart grows ever strong
\nlet hope hold you as hope held them to find
\na way to make this timing seem more kind
\nin you my gift I give this world scale
\nyou are the Time that living made their fail
\nwithout you hopes are far too slow to come
\nTime is the well that hoping springeth from
\nAnd giving them the time to mark their make
\nWho knows what they will give for what they take
\nThey\u2019ll grow and they will live and they will die
\nBut they will strive and they will ever try
\nTo leave behind their markings and their scars
\nBefore they must retire to the stars
\nTime makes its mark with every passing day
\nIn time my gift they all will find their way.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looking on the darkened hue of earth
\nRecalling what it had been at its birth
\nHe saw emerging from the burning land
\nThey made from wind and water and from sand
\nSurvivors came as animal and man
\nAnd came together as a single clan
\nTheir will to fight expended by the days
\nThe flames of war no longer stood ablaze
\nAnd they began to fix what had been torn
\nAnd gave the earth a chance to be reborn
\nThe flowers bloomed the rivers ran
\nThe wind blew soft on the backs of man
\nIn the wake of the war the earth seemed anew
\nFrom the death and decay upon which new life grew<\/p>\n
He watched as their loss pulled the hurting abreast
\nAs they buried their dead as hope grew in each chest
\nThey prayed not for life never ending in span
\nBut for life to return just as it had began
\nAt a gradual pace bringing gradual change
\nIn their time governed world with eternity\u2019s range<\/p>\n
The fields grew back gold the grass grew in green
\nThe sea pulsed in waves with a blue and white sheen
\nAnd man began to till the plains
\nTo sew new seeds and reap new grains
\nThey built their walls of brick and stone
\nForgetting he who once had shown
\nThe people of the earth to thrive
\nHow to create to stay alive
\nThe one who once their envy stirred
\nThe wrath of war their want incurred
\nThat he who watched the world go by
\nBeside the sea and \u2018neath the sky
\nThat he who with the goddess spoke
\nOf birch and elm and pine and oak
\nWho watched the shifting faces of the earth
\nAnd learned that death would ever bring rebirth<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Asked of him the goddess said, \u201cWhat thinks you in your mortal head?\u201d answered he, \u201cLittle very things, that world thinking seems to brings.\u201d Looked at him with a question face \u201cWhat thinks you of the empty space? That left … Continue reading