Poem: 85
Sunday, 09 July 2017

Memento mori

Francis Pedraza
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

Remember this day my brothers
For today we were kings
And held high council
Yet someday we shall be dead
What we had, we had;
It has never been,
Nor shall it come again
Unless by our efforts
And the efforts of all such men
Time shall be eternal made
And remade
And reforged
Until the light shines forth
On the sacred ground
In the clearing
Where scarred earth
Meets life’s green grass
In the shaded wood
Spires clothed in shed skin
And vines skyward reaching
Through the mist
A libation of tears
Rain down
Gracing the moment.
This long now,
This mountain sanctuary,
Is home to magic unseen
But felt…
It is this feeling that is beckoning,
This thought that is calling;
An invitation:
Remember
Rememeber this now
Remember this
For memory not analysis
Presence seeking life
Deeper life
More life
More more
Ole! Ole!
Is what triumphs over death
And in that moment when all things are shining
That is the moment when time steps across the threshold
And into eternity strays.

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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Francis Pedraza

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Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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