for the wounded man

The plaint of the wounded Man
who was protector of Nature and her course,
but ran to the tree of knowing that is reasons curse,
he left with arrogant pride the path of Love,
to look below instead of up above ...

... a walk into the depth and breadth of life,
his Heart aspired and came to see,
the magic, so fleetingly
we all pass by, we all pass by ...
he has the gift/curse to see it all
with eyes wide open reflecting all the world;
to look and look and look and dare to see
what passes by so fleetingly ...

the change of Heart that gives him birth anew,
where all his sorrows and pains are wrapped in honey dew,
so now he walks with kindness stirred in every step he takes,
to realize that all the Love he gave is all that he ever makes

we are only passing by and fragile in our way,
that he will not come again we do not have a say,
between the Sun and the nightly Moon,
he walks this seminal path and by this cosmic cycle is held fast ...

by reason crooked, we are shallow men,
by that doubting path we fall to sin,
for sin is the crooked way
where we detour from gracious Love,
and we look below for what is up above,
and in this hell we wretched stay, for all of eternity!