Oil painting by Mary Eunice Bowman (copyrighted 2016)
Seeing through an artist’s eye
Opened a new world for me
As an author, I was penning the big scene
Forgetting bits of glory I should see
To create word paintings in delicate sighs
Of rich colors, graphic words, short strokes of awe
I see because of my artist mother; thanks Ma!
Life is meant to reach us
Divinity tries to teach us
The lessons we must learn
So we don’t crash and burn
When hardships come knocking at our doors
We must learn from them and so much more
The path to heaven is long, but never wrong!
Gone are the days of yesteryear.
Gone are smiles, miles, tears and fears.
We of the present can learn from history.
Those of the future will fulfill our destiny.
The past comes alive as sins and wins are repeated.
Triumphs are heralded; Foes are defeated.
If only we could stop the challenges.
If only we could heighten the balances.
It makes me wonder as I ponder,
If all on earth have wandered
These paths before in yesteryear
And have returned with our hopes and fears.
History repeats itself,
But we remain ourselves
Through thick and thin, but in different skins.
Reacting the same way as we begin
Lifetimes in new bodies, when we are given
A chance to redeem our numerous sins
Or spread truth and love, strong and sage,
As we enter life in a future age.
Will I live again
Or is this the end?