The Corridors of Time
By Thoth, thru Leonette
Mar 3, 2010 - 1:46:23 PM
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11:39 03.03.2010 By Thoth, A Poem.
The Corridors of Time
As I Stand in the corridors of time,
Peering through ancient mists,
At moments so fleeting and sublime,
Within all eternity that exist,
A homecoming like no other,
For the many who sojourned here,
Inspired by a need to succor,
The many imprisoned in fear.
And to those who will not hear,
The whispers of faint echoes.
That waft in the heavy air,
Of pain, tears and sorrows.
And to those who will not dare,
To raise their eyes from under,
Empty nothings at which they stare,
While the world is rent asunder.
And to those who oft abuse,
Mine teachings in their mysteries,
To deceive, hurt and confuse,
And keep the weak in misery.
And to those who think they know,
And to those who plot and plan,
Of their riches they will stow,
That which they stole from Man.
To believe that they alone,
Could be above reproach,
Nor need they have to atone,
For which they have encroached.
Look Ye Man upon your folly,
Look Ye good and hard,
At that which you have easily,
Tended to disregard.
It is not for me to remind you,
The facts are all around,
For you to ponder and muse,
Upon that which you did wrong.
But now the time is up,
No longer do you have,
The whatsoever to stop,
The change that is at hand.
And now as you look about
And around you for the last,
You look to find a way out,
From misgivings of your past.
Know ye there is a penalty,
Know ye that there is a cost,
But forgiveness has the ability,
To render nothing lost.
You have a blessed sanctuary,
You have a trusting ear,
Supplicate in humility,
The time of no time is near.
The Creator is ever listening,
For the hark and cry of all,
To bestow his grace and blessings,
On those who survive the Fall.
Be not deceiving in your desire,
To grow the God Light within,
So receive the Holy Fire,
To purge you from your sins.
If you are not accepting
Of this wondrous gift of love,
Then nothingness is awaiting,
Your Be-ing becomes no more.
Take heed my fallen brethren,
Your fate is in your hands,
Soon no one to you will hearken,
When the time of no time stands.
For I stood in corridors of time,
And peered through ancient mists,
At Brethren, fleeting and sublime,
Who denied all eternity exist,
A homecoming like no other,
Wished for all who sojourned here,
But many forgot their purpose
Became prisoners of their fear.
Their brethren they sought to trample,
In order to survive,
Surely this is an example,
To ensure one's own demise.
I learned all this by standing
In the corridors of time,
Peering through ancient mists a-swirling,
At Brethren fleeting and sublime.
End...
By Thoth, thru Leonette
Mar 3, 2010 - 1:46:23 PM
Email this article
Printer friendly page
11:39 03.03.2010 By Thoth, A Poem.
The Corridors of Time
As I Stand in the corridors of time,
Peering through ancient mists,
At moments so fleeting and sublime,
Within all eternity that exist,
A homecoming like no other,
For the many who sojourned here,
Inspired by a need to succor,
The many imprisoned in fear.
And to those who will not hear,
The whispers of faint echoes.
That waft in the heavy air,
Of pain, tears and sorrows.
And to those who will not dare,
To raise their eyes from under,
Empty nothings at which they stare,
While the world is rent asunder.
And to those who oft abuse,
Mine teachings in their mysteries,
To deceive, hurt and confuse,
And keep the weak in misery.
And to those who think they know,
And to those who plot and plan,
Of their riches they will stow,
That which they stole from Man.
To believe that they alone,
Could be above reproach,
Nor need they have to atone,
For which they have encroached.
Look Ye Man upon your folly,
Look Ye good and hard,
At that which you have easily,
Tended to disregard.
It is not for me to remind you,
The facts are all around,
For you to ponder and muse,
Upon that which you did wrong.
But now the time is up,
No longer do you have,
The whatsoever to stop,
The change that is at hand.
And now as you look about
And around you for the last,
You look to find a way out,
From misgivings of your past.
Know ye there is a penalty,
Know ye that there is a cost,
But forgiveness has the ability,
To render nothing lost.
You have a blessed sanctuary,
You have a trusting ear,
Supplicate in humility,
The time of no time is near.
The Creator is ever listening,
For the hark and cry of all,
To bestow his grace and blessings,
On those who survive the Fall.
Be not deceiving in your desire,
To grow the God Light within,
So receive the Holy Fire,
To purge you from your sins.
If you are not accepting
Of this wondrous gift of love,
Then nothingness is awaiting,
Your Be-ing becomes no more.
Take heed my fallen brethren,
Your fate is in your hands,
Soon no one to you will hearken,
When the time of no time stands.
For I stood in corridors of time,
And peered through ancient mists,
At Brethren, fleeting and sublime,
Who denied all eternity exist,
A homecoming like no other,
Wished for all who sojourned here,
But many forgot their purpose
Became prisoners of their fear.
Their brethren they sought to trample,
In order to survive,
Surely this is an example,
To ensure one's own demise.
I learned all this by standing
In the corridors of time,
Peering through ancient mists a-swirling,
At Brethren fleeting and sublime.
End...
